Post by "The Hottest Shit Going" on Mar 21, 2009 21:24:24 GMT -4
"Your JESUS" Michael Lively strikes an "I Am JESUS" Pose that gets the hate-filled reaction he was looking for. He arrogantly goes for the pin but Tabitha just smiles and rolls him up in a Small Package! The crowd counts the pin along with the ref.
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BULLSHIT!!! Michael Lively kicks out and both Hardcore Warriors immediately roll back to their feet but Tabitha is just a half step slower. The moment she's back up, she goes right back down with a "CRACK!" courtesy of The JESUS's Super kick. Turns out the power isn't really in the boot he gave Arcadia but in the Holy Foot of The Hottest Shit Going himself. But Lively isn't done. He rolls out of the ring and goes to the recently vacated Announcers' Table. He liberates the BBQ Lighter and holds it up to a crowd that screams for more violence. With a cocky aire of drama, he lights the sonuvabitch, walks over to the Barbed Wire Wrapped, Fluorescent Light Tube Covered, Kerosene Soaked Table O' Death and just lights the motherfucker up! The crowd cheers the display despite their passionate hatred of the guy who did it. Michael Lively steps carefully through another set of Barbed Wire Ropes, the green Kerosene fueled flames casting eerie shadows across the arena and grabs the still motionless Vicious Vixen. He drags her over to the cleared side of the ring by the table, bends her over between his legs, lifts her up and leaps off the ring apron, launching the two of them into a Beautiful Front Flip Piledriver... just drilling them through the Table O' Death with a BRUTAL Lion's Bite! The crowd goes insane as the front row of Faithful are slightly singed by the Mushroom Cloud that bursts up from the impact, shielding themselves from the flying glass shrapnel. The impact doused the flames and The JESUS lies motionless next to a writhing Tabitha Crowley, agony wracking her body as the superheat of the flames has melted what's left of her leather shirt to her skin. The fans break into the loudest "HOLY SHIT!" chant in INSANE WRESTING CHAMPIONSHIPS short history. Lively rolls on top of Crowley for the pin.
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Eliminated and NEW INSANE WRESTLING Suicidal Champion: "The Vicious Vixen" Tabitha Crowley!
Winner and NEW Insane HEAVYWEIGHT Champion: "Your JESUS" Michael Lively!
"Miseria Cantare" by AFI echoes across the arena, nearly drowned out by the IWC Faithful's chant of "MATCH OF THE YEAR!!! MATCH OF THE YEAR!!! MATCH OF THE YEAR!!!". EMT's rush the scene as Michael Lively staggers away, holding onto the ring apron and catching his breath long enough to strike an "I AM JESUS" Pose before falling on his ass. The referee slides out of the ring and hands The Hottest Shit Going the thing that he nearly killed himself and two other people for tonight... The Insane Championship Belt. He clutches it to his chest and laughs maniacally. He gets to his feet and pushes past the paramedics as he grabs the @pw World Heavyweight Title and slides into the ring. The EMT's load the badly burned and bloody and beaten Vicious Vixen onto a stretcher and lift her off the ground as the referee hands her the INSANE Suicidal Championship Belt.. Her nearly lifeless fingers clutch the belt like it was life support as they carry her to the back... even in her nearly comatose state... she knows she fought like a Champion tonight. Back in the ring, The White Lion, The Woman Hater, The Hottest Shit Going, "Your JESUS" Michael Lively carefully stands atop a turnbuckle with the Insane Championship Belt in one hand and the @pw World Heavyweight Title in the other. He looks out at the crowd, spits on the @pw Belt, getting the loudest cheer he's ever heard, and throws it aside. INSANE CHAMPIONSHIPS Wednesday Night Asylum goes off the air as Lively holds his new trophy over his head in triumph.
Just then the camera pans backward reveling the screen of a laptop that is shut. The well manicured hand of Ms. Lively rests on the laptop as she looks toward her son sitting in the limo next to her.
Ms. Lively: I think it may be too much for you Michael...I mean APW, that blood bath in INSANE WRESTING, hell even the Experts tournament....maybe you are pushing yourself too much.
Lively: Please...speaking of the Experts tournament...did you notice the master of all wrestling...mister Level Uno fucking tuck tail and skate from the match so that he didn't have to step toe to toe with the JESUS...he knows...he knows fair well that the JESUS has his number.
Ms. Lively: I'm not sure Michael...I just think...
Lively: Think what...spit it out for once instead of swallowing it down, just go ahead and spit.
Ms. Lively looks toward her son with disgust of his nasty remark and replies to him.
Ms. Lively: Well, I"m not sure showing up with that title is such a smart thing. I mean with the all out war going on between APW and INSANE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIPS you may just be making yourself a target.
Lively: Listen, the JESUS has been, and will always be a target...you know why...cause I'm fucking simply amazing!!! Thats why Level Uno wishes to step up to get whats mine!!! As for the title thing, listen I'm making history. When have you seen a superstar compete on national television become a world champion in a major fed, then also step into the hottest thing on the net, and take that strap as well. It's all publicity, and as far as I'm concerned anyone with a problem can simply just drop to their knees, open wide and give the JESUS's apple bag a nice lick.
Ms. Lively: Theres a visual I didn't need. I just think Jeff may have seen you disrespect of the APW title as a serious problem.
Lively: It was shocking, but thats what I do...and it's just going to get worse from here on out.The most Hated Man in wrestling, also is the most watched man in the sport as well.
The limo then stops at a private runway of an airport. The driver steps out walking toward the rear of the vehicle opening the door. Now as the camera is outside waiting for the JESUS to step into the sunlight. His boot that usually smack his mother in the mush takes a firm plating on the pavement as he stands. The newly won INSANE WRESTLING Heavyweight Championship in his grasp. He places his sunglasses over his eyes blocking out the UV rays. He drapes the title over his shoulder as he pulls his duffel bag out from the limo slinging it over his opposite shoulder. The APW title buckled around the strap of the bag hangs by his side as it rests against him.
He looks toward the jet and makes his way toward it's stairs resting on the ground. HE makes his way onto the plane as the pilot welcomes him aboard. Soon his mother makes her way onto the jet as well having a seat next to her son. The JESUS kicks back folding his arms behind d his head, and placing his feet upright on the seat across from him. With a sigh of relief Michael closes his eyes for a moment as if to catch a breather from his frantic schedule. After only a few seconds his eyes open and he looks toward his mother. A woman that he holds some disgust for, but yet he still keeps her around. Maybe for the fan reaction to the constant beatings he gives her, or just someone he can verbally abuse on a constant. Either way the two of them don't get along, almost as oil and water yet they spend quite a bit of time together.
Lively: You know...I'm the fucking man.
Ms. Lively: Right, right , right.
Lively: Don't triple right ME. I know that means you are not listening to the JESUS when you offer up the triple right.
Ms. Lively: Sorry...what were you saying, something about being the man.
Lively: Yeah...a savior. Saving wrestling from scum bags like Level Uno, the newest Hura-Cock-Sucker to come along. I have been thinking, I probably could use some of my savior-like qualities to help out the modern day problems effecting our society.
Ms. Lively: Like the economy???
Lively: No, thats fucked...and even the JESUS can't fix that...it's fucked!!! I was thinking more like the Octo-Mom problem.
Ms. Lively: Problem, how is she a problem.
Lively: Please...look at you. Raising one child sort of with no father figure around, you did one fucking shameful job, luckily I took things into my own hands. This Nadya Suleman is going to be a leech sucking on the tit of society from the next eighteen to twenty years. A modern day whore using here uterus as an atm. She pops out eight babies with no way to pay for them, no means of support, and people like me, you, and any other singing dick in this country will suffer the consequences. I think the JESUS could really help this situation out.
Just then sappy music plays as the scene goes blurry into another high quality produced skit from the JESUS production team. The scene clears up inside a small suburb of California. The house full of noise with a brunette woman with air inflated lips on her face seems to be loosing her mind. Then the door bells rings, and the JESUS helps himself into the home.
Lively: Hello...anyone home...of course you are, we can hear the racket all down the street. What in the blue fucking hell is going on in here Nadya!!! You raising a football team, or trying to give birth to a full fledged fucking circus.
Nadya: Well I love children, I'm just a little over whelmed.
Lively: I bet you are, first six fucking lab experiments with deformities like Autism, and Water head syndrome. Thats what happens when you pump you self full of embryo's hunh whore.
Nadya: Listen, I'm no whore, I'm just a mother trying to raise....
Lively: Enough...we have heard it all already. Where are these fucking brats, lets get them out here.
Just then a shit load of children come into the room following their mothers call.
Lively: Jesus Christ Snow White....got enough dwarfs here.
Lively then begins walking back and forth looking at the six children.
Lively: Sleepy, Dopey, Cocky, and Poopy...the whole lot of ya are here hunh. Now, no one has taken a moment of their time to ask you children what you think. You have eight brothers and sisters coming home soon, how does that make you feel???
Lively bends down to one child waiting his response.
Child: Well, I think....
Lively: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU THINK!!! God I have been wanting to do that for ever. Listen Kid...no one gives two shits about you. You think your mother fucking cares...no!!! You crying, whining sacks of shit are your mothers meal ticket to stardom. This Angelina Jollie wannabe is using you fucking kids as her train to the top.
Just then the children look at their mother with concern in their eyes for what the JESUS has just brought to their attention. Just then a knock at the door is heard.
Lively: I'll get it.
Lively walks over opening the door, and there they are. The eight babies all with their own strollers and nannies to push them. With a sigh of disgust the JESUS opens the door welcoming the babies in, and calls out their presence.
Lively: Babies are here!!!
Nadya screams out for joy as she runs over looking toward her eight babies make their way into the already crowded home. The noise level now has risen about ninety three decibels which seems to be upsetting the JESUS.
Lively: Alright...I have had enough!!! You are unfit as a mother, unfit as a member of society, and the JESUS can no longer stand by watching this bullshit continue.
Nadya turns looking at Michael Lively not sure what he means. Just then the boot from the JESUS flies into the air landing on those plump lips of the women. His foot hits the bottom lip and bounces back. With a look of shock on Michael's face, never having someone's face reject his super kick. The children look toward Lively as if possessed. As Nadya snaps her fingers, their little eyes turn bright red, and they all in unison get into a fight stance.
Kids: WE MUST KILL JESUS!!! WE MUST KILL JESUS!!!
Lively prepares himself looking toward the rug rats, and moves his hand like Neo from the Matrix to bring it.
Lively: THE JESUS NEVER DIES!!!
Just then the first child steps forward, and Lively cleans the kids clock with a nasty forward lunging big boot. He then spins around with ducking spinning back fist knocking the next little shit right out of his sneakers. He feels one of the kids creeping behind him and drops that snot covered sack of shit with a Pele kick. The JESUS gets upright looking the three other Suleman monsters, waiting for their move. The one kid scampers forward and Lively answers that kids action with a nasty superman punch. Just then one of the others clamps down with his nasty teeth on the JESUS calf muscle. Michael screams in pain as Nadya cheers her child on.
Nadya: Get him son...thats what momma made you for!!!
Lively tries to shake the kid off, and the last one leaps into the air with a Chuck Norris type thrust kick to the chest of the JESUS. Lively staggers back and frees his flesh from the ones mouth. He steps forward punting the little shit into the air. The one still standing that nailed the kick laughs like a Chuckie Doll and charges the JESUS. Michael drops to a knee punching the kid in the stomach. As the kid looses the air from his lungs, Lively shakes his head back and forth screaming like a Chinese karate film. Lively snatches the kid up by his hair, spins around and sends him flying into the drywall with a violent toss.
Lively: So Nadya...creating an army of mutant children hunh...well the JESUS is the world savior, and I'm ready to save everyone from you and your Suleman army!!!
Nadya: Bring it...you woman hating pussy!!!
Lively then steps back striking the I am JESUS pose. With a booming echo he looks upward.
Lively: BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL....I AM THE WOMAN HATER!!!!
Nadya looks toward Michael Lively with an intent to kill. The JESUS ready to implement his Sweet Uterus Music at any second, ducks a sweeping sissy like womanly punch from the Octo-Mom. He turns around catching her with a super kick right to the stomach. The woman screams in agony very loud.
Nadya: MY EMBRYO'S!!!
Lively: EMBRYO'S...you implanted yourself with more. You twisted cunt....it ends here.
Lively then plants another kick to the Uterus and the sounds of a devil screaming leave the mouth of Nadya. She slowly slinks to the floor. Just then all the babies eyes turn red, and they stand in carriages glaring at the JESUS.
Lively: FUCK THIS....I'm out, the Government can deal with the rest!!!
Just then the scene blurs once more, and clears up back on the plane where Lively is sitting talking with his mother.
Lively: Thats how the JESUS would cure that problem. You see I'm a problem solver, a true savior. Had the JESUS been on the scene when Travis the Chimp went crazy, that woman would probably still have her eyes.
You guessed it, the scene blurs once more. As it clears you can clearly see that we are on the scene of Sandra Herolds Connecticut home where the attack is just about to happen. The sounds of a chimp running fast and loose ring out in the air. Just then Lively steps out of a car.
Lively: Everyone calm down....the JESUS is here.
Just then the Charla Nash and Sandra step out of the house being chased by Travis the Chimp. Lively sprints over pushing the women aside, stepping in front of the chimp. Travis stops looking at Michael and screams out making a classic chimp noise lifting his arms in the air. Lively back pedals a bit, then turns sideways, ready to nail the chimp with a super kick. Why Lively thinks he can solve every problem with a super kick is beyond me, but he does. Just the the JESUS lunges that famous kick toward Travis who simply swats the kick aside, and clotheslines Lively. The JESUS hits the ground on his back letting out a sigh of pain. The chimp stands over Lively scratching his arm pits, hopping up and down wailing out more chimps noises. Just then he begins clubbing the chest of Lively as he tries to roll to safety.
Lively gets to his feet, as Sandra, the chimps owner runs over stabbing the chimp from behind several times. Lively smirks until the chimp back hands the woman acting as if nothing happened. The chimp then scurries toward the JESUS in a violent action. Lively begins to pedal his scamper sticks other wise know as legs to get the fuck out of dodge. A police car rolls up the driveway, with an officer hopping out. The cop pulls his pistol firing it at the chimp as Lively slides across his hood to get out of the line of fire. The officer empties his magazine into the chimp who slows down a bit. Lively feeling safe on the side of the car watches as the chimp takes a hack at the officer. Just then the scene blurs again, and we are back on the plane.
Lively: OK, well maybe the chimp thing was going to happen regardless. That fucker took a stabbing, a full clip of bullets and was still hacking at people. So The JESUS couldn't save the world from that tragedy...but I can stop the Level UNO crisis from ever happening.
This mother fucker is going to feel the wrath of Christ as I bring the fury, He jobbed himself out in the Gauntlet match cause he knew that the JESUS would knock a few teeth from his mouth with a super kick. With his departure from the Gauntlet I decided to go ahead make my time short.
Ms. Lively: Sure your did, it looked like you got tapped out.
Lively: Listen...I don't need your commentary. Level One will find out just how the JESUS rolls when a title is one the line. He will be loosing his undefeated streak live in front of thousands as I retain my title. The JESUS is racking up the accolades left and right. Mounting this bitch, and making a stuffed trophy out of him will be quite nice for my collection.
Level One may be busy under neath desks, trying to warm the balls of certain people. While the JESUS is out working his ass off, making a fucking name for himself. The train will stop for Level One at Rasstlemania courtesy of the mother fucking JESUS, the Hottest Shit Going. He will know full well, live in front of millions that he has met his match. The man that pulls out all the stops. The one who shocks the world at every chance, will do just that by leveling the chosen ONE with the Prelude!!! Cause no matter what anyone thinks I AM the real Chosen ONE, I AM the champion, and I AM JESUS!!!!
Ms. Lively: Well, thats great...but maybe you should save all the promo cutting for when we arrive at the arena.
Lively: Hey pilot, how much longer is this flight???
The pilot turns back looking at Lively.
Pilot: About an hour sir.
Lively stands stretching his arms, he then swivels his hips colliding a nasty knee to his mothers temple. She slumps over sideways breathing heavy as she falls into a deep sleep of unconsciousness. Lively then sits back down putting a pair of ear bud head phones into his ear.
Lively: Now I can fly in peace.
He then kicks back, and listens to his music to veg out.
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BULLSHIT!!! Michael Lively kicks out and both Hardcore Warriors immediately roll back to their feet but Tabitha is just a half step slower. The moment she's back up, she goes right back down with a "CRACK!" courtesy of The JESUS's Super kick. Turns out the power isn't really in the boot he gave Arcadia but in the Holy Foot of The Hottest Shit Going himself. But Lively isn't done. He rolls out of the ring and goes to the recently vacated Announcers' Table. He liberates the BBQ Lighter and holds it up to a crowd that screams for more violence. With a cocky aire of drama, he lights the sonuvabitch, walks over to the Barbed Wire Wrapped, Fluorescent Light Tube Covered, Kerosene Soaked Table O' Death and just lights the motherfucker up! The crowd cheers the display despite their passionate hatred of the guy who did it. Michael Lively steps carefully through another set of Barbed Wire Ropes, the green Kerosene fueled flames casting eerie shadows across the arena and grabs the still motionless Vicious Vixen. He drags her over to the cleared side of the ring by the table, bends her over between his legs, lifts her up and leaps off the ring apron, launching the two of them into a Beautiful Front Flip Piledriver... just drilling them through the Table O' Death with a BRUTAL Lion's Bite! The crowd goes insane as the front row of Faithful are slightly singed by the Mushroom Cloud that bursts up from the impact, shielding themselves from the flying glass shrapnel. The impact doused the flames and The JESUS lies motionless next to a writhing Tabitha Crowley, agony wracking her body as the superheat of the flames has melted what's left of her leather shirt to her skin. The fans break into the loudest "HOLY SHIT!" chant in INSANE WRESTING CHAMPIONSHIPS short history. Lively rolls on top of Crowley for the pin.
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Eliminated and NEW INSANE WRESTLING Suicidal Champion: "The Vicious Vixen" Tabitha Crowley!
Winner and NEW Insane HEAVYWEIGHT Champion: "Your JESUS" Michael Lively!
"Miseria Cantare" by AFI echoes across the arena, nearly drowned out by the IWC Faithful's chant of "MATCH OF THE YEAR!!! MATCH OF THE YEAR!!! MATCH OF THE YEAR!!!". EMT's rush the scene as Michael Lively staggers away, holding onto the ring apron and catching his breath long enough to strike an "I AM JESUS" Pose before falling on his ass. The referee slides out of the ring and hands The Hottest Shit Going the thing that he nearly killed himself and two other people for tonight... The Insane Championship Belt. He clutches it to his chest and laughs maniacally. He gets to his feet and pushes past the paramedics as he grabs the @pw World Heavyweight Title and slides into the ring. The EMT's load the badly burned and bloody and beaten Vicious Vixen onto a stretcher and lift her off the ground as the referee hands her the INSANE Suicidal Championship Belt.. Her nearly lifeless fingers clutch the belt like it was life support as they carry her to the back... even in her nearly comatose state... she knows she fought like a Champion tonight. Back in the ring, The White Lion, The Woman Hater, The Hottest Shit Going, "Your JESUS" Michael Lively carefully stands atop a turnbuckle with the Insane Championship Belt in one hand and the @pw World Heavyweight Title in the other. He looks out at the crowd, spits on the @pw Belt, getting the loudest cheer he's ever heard, and throws it aside. INSANE CHAMPIONSHIPS Wednesday Night Asylum goes off the air as Lively holds his new trophy over his head in triumph.
Just then the camera pans backward reveling the screen of a laptop that is shut. The well manicured hand of Ms. Lively rests on the laptop as she looks toward her son sitting in the limo next to her.
Ms. Lively: I think it may be too much for you Michael...I mean APW, that blood bath in INSANE WRESTING, hell even the Experts tournament....maybe you are pushing yourself too much.
Lively: Please...speaking of the Experts tournament...did you notice the master of all wrestling...mister Level Uno fucking tuck tail and skate from the match so that he didn't have to step toe to toe with the JESUS...he knows...he knows fair well that the JESUS has his number.
Ms. Lively: I'm not sure Michael...I just think...
Lively: Think what...spit it out for once instead of swallowing it down, just go ahead and spit.
Ms. Lively looks toward her son with disgust of his nasty remark and replies to him.
Ms. Lively: Well, I"m not sure showing up with that title is such a smart thing. I mean with the all out war going on between APW and INSANE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIPS you may just be making yourself a target.
Lively: Listen, the JESUS has been, and will always be a target...you know why...cause I'm fucking simply amazing!!! Thats why Level Uno wishes to step up to get whats mine!!! As for the title thing, listen I'm making history. When have you seen a superstar compete on national television become a world champion in a major fed, then also step into the hottest thing on the net, and take that strap as well. It's all publicity, and as far as I'm concerned anyone with a problem can simply just drop to their knees, open wide and give the JESUS's apple bag a nice lick.
Ms. Lively: Theres a visual I didn't need. I just think Jeff may have seen you disrespect of the APW title as a serious problem.
Lively: It was shocking, but thats what I do...and it's just going to get worse from here on out.The most Hated Man in wrestling, also is the most watched man in the sport as well.
The limo then stops at a private runway of an airport. The driver steps out walking toward the rear of the vehicle opening the door. Now as the camera is outside waiting for the JESUS to step into the sunlight. His boot that usually smack his mother in the mush takes a firm plating on the pavement as he stands. The newly won INSANE WRESTLING Heavyweight Championship in his grasp. He places his sunglasses over his eyes blocking out the UV rays. He drapes the title over his shoulder as he pulls his duffel bag out from the limo slinging it over his opposite shoulder. The APW title buckled around the strap of the bag hangs by his side as it rests against him.
He looks toward the jet and makes his way toward it's stairs resting on the ground. HE makes his way onto the plane as the pilot welcomes him aboard. Soon his mother makes her way onto the jet as well having a seat next to her son. The JESUS kicks back folding his arms behind d his head, and placing his feet upright on the seat across from him. With a sigh of relief Michael closes his eyes for a moment as if to catch a breather from his frantic schedule. After only a few seconds his eyes open and he looks toward his mother. A woman that he holds some disgust for, but yet he still keeps her around. Maybe for the fan reaction to the constant beatings he gives her, or just someone he can verbally abuse on a constant. Either way the two of them don't get along, almost as oil and water yet they spend quite a bit of time together.
Lively: You know...I'm the fucking man.
Ms. Lively: Right, right , right.
Lively: Don't triple right ME. I know that means you are not listening to the JESUS when you offer up the triple right.
Ms. Lively: Sorry...what were you saying, something about being the man.
Lively: Yeah...a savior. Saving wrestling from scum bags like Level Uno, the newest Hura-Cock-Sucker to come along. I have been thinking, I probably could use some of my savior-like qualities to help out the modern day problems effecting our society.
Ms. Lively: Like the economy???
Lively: No, thats fucked...and even the JESUS can't fix that...it's fucked!!! I was thinking more like the Octo-Mom problem.
Ms. Lively: Problem, how is she a problem.
Lively: Please...look at you. Raising one child sort of with no father figure around, you did one fucking shameful job, luckily I took things into my own hands. This Nadya Suleman is going to be a leech sucking on the tit of society from the next eighteen to twenty years. A modern day whore using here uterus as an atm. She pops out eight babies with no way to pay for them, no means of support, and people like me, you, and any other singing dick in this country will suffer the consequences. I think the JESUS could really help this situation out.
Just then sappy music plays as the scene goes blurry into another high quality produced skit from the JESUS production team. The scene clears up inside a small suburb of California. The house full of noise with a brunette woman with air inflated lips on her face seems to be loosing her mind. Then the door bells rings, and the JESUS helps himself into the home.
Lively: Hello...anyone home...of course you are, we can hear the racket all down the street. What in the blue fucking hell is going on in here Nadya!!! You raising a football team, or trying to give birth to a full fledged fucking circus.
Nadya: Well I love children, I'm just a little over whelmed.
Lively: I bet you are, first six fucking lab experiments with deformities like Autism, and Water head syndrome. Thats what happens when you pump you self full of embryo's hunh whore.
Nadya: Listen, I'm no whore, I'm just a mother trying to raise....
Lively: Enough...we have heard it all already. Where are these fucking brats, lets get them out here.
Just then a shit load of children come into the room following their mothers call.
Lively: Jesus Christ Snow White....got enough dwarfs here.
Lively then begins walking back and forth looking at the six children.
Lively: Sleepy, Dopey, Cocky, and Poopy...the whole lot of ya are here hunh. Now, no one has taken a moment of their time to ask you children what you think. You have eight brothers and sisters coming home soon, how does that make you feel???
Lively bends down to one child waiting his response.
Child: Well, I think....
Lively: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU THINK!!! God I have been wanting to do that for ever. Listen Kid...no one gives two shits about you. You think your mother fucking cares...no!!! You crying, whining sacks of shit are your mothers meal ticket to stardom. This Angelina Jollie wannabe is using you fucking kids as her train to the top.
Just then the children look at their mother with concern in their eyes for what the JESUS has just brought to their attention. Just then a knock at the door is heard.
Lively: I'll get it.
Lively walks over opening the door, and there they are. The eight babies all with their own strollers and nannies to push them. With a sigh of disgust the JESUS opens the door welcoming the babies in, and calls out their presence.
Lively: Babies are here!!!
Nadya screams out for joy as she runs over looking toward her eight babies make their way into the already crowded home. The noise level now has risen about ninety three decibels which seems to be upsetting the JESUS.
Lively: Alright...I have had enough!!! You are unfit as a mother, unfit as a member of society, and the JESUS can no longer stand by watching this bullshit continue.
Nadya turns looking at Michael Lively not sure what he means. Just then the boot from the JESUS flies into the air landing on those plump lips of the women. His foot hits the bottom lip and bounces back. With a look of shock on Michael's face, never having someone's face reject his super kick. The children look toward Lively as if possessed. As Nadya snaps her fingers, their little eyes turn bright red, and they all in unison get into a fight stance.
Kids: WE MUST KILL JESUS!!! WE MUST KILL JESUS!!!
Lively prepares himself looking toward the rug rats, and moves his hand like Neo from the Matrix to bring it.
Lively: THE JESUS NEVER DIES!!!
Just then the first child steps forward, and Lively cleans the kids clock with a nasty forward lunging big boot. He then spins around with ducking spinning back fist knocking the next little shit right out of his sneakers. He feels one of the kids creeping behind him and drops that snot covered sack of shit with a Pele kick. The JESUS gets upright looking the three other Suleman monsters, waiting for their move. The one kid scampers forward and Lively answers that kids action with a nasty superman punch. Just then one of the others clamps down with his nasty teeth on the JESUS calf muscle. Michael screams in pain as Nadya cheers her child on.
Nadya: Get him son...thats what momma made you for!!!
Lively tries to shake the kid off, and the last one leaps into the air with a Chuck Norris type thrust kick to the chest of the JESUS. Lively staggers back and frees his flesh from the ones mouth. He steps forward punting the little shit into the air. The one still standing that nailed the kick laughs like a Chuckie Doll and charges the JESUS. Michael drops to a knee punching the kid in the stomach. As the kid looses the air from his lungs, Lively shakes his head back and forth screaming like a Chinese karate film. Lively snatches the kid up by his hair, spins around and sends him flying into the drywall with a violent toss.
Lively: So Nadya...creating an army of mutant children hunh...well the JESUS is the world savior, and I'm ready to save everyone from you and your Suleman army!!!
Nadya: Bring it...you woman hating pussy!!!
Lively then steps back striking the I am JESUS pose. With a booming echo he looks upward.
Lively: BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL....I AM THE WOMAN HATER!!!!
Nadya looks toward Michael Lively with an intent to kill. The JESUS ready to implement his Sweet Uterus Music at any second, ducks a sweeping sissy like womanly punch from the Octo-Mom. He turns around catching her with a super kick right to the stomach. The woman screams in agony very loud.
Nadya: MY EMBRYO'S!!!
Lively: EMBRYO'S...you implanted yourself with more. You twisted cunt....it ends here.
Lively then plants another kick to the Uterus and the sounds of a devil screaming leave the mouth of Nadya. She slowly slinks to the floor. Just then all the babies eyes turn red, and they stand in carriages glaring at the JESUS.
Lively: FUCK THIS....I'm out, the Government can deal with the rest!!!
Just then the scene blurs once more, and clears up back on the plane where Lively is sitting talking with his mother.
Lively: Thats how the JESUS would cure that problem. You see I'm a problem solver, a true savior. Had the JESUS been on the scene when Travis the Chimp went crazy, that woman would probably still have her eyes.
You guessed it, the scene blurs once more. As it clears you can clearly see that we are on the scene of Sandra Herolds Connecticut home where the attack is just about to happen. The sounds of a chimp running fast and loose ring out in the air. Just then Lively steps out of a car.
Lively: Everyone calm down....the JESUS is here.
Just then the Charla Nash and Sandra step out of the house being chased by Travis the Chimp. Lively sprints over pushing the women aside, stepping in front of the chimp. Travis stops looking at Michael and screams out making a classic chimp noise lifting his arms in the air. Lively back pedals a bit, then turns sideways, ready to nail the chimp with a super kick. Why Lively thinks he can solve every problem with a super kick is beyond me, but he does. Just the the JESUS lunges that famous kick toward Travis who simply swats the kick aside, and clotheslines Lively. The JESUS hits the ground on his back letting out a sigh of pain. The chimp stands over Lively scratching his arm pits, hopping up and down wailing out more chimps noises. Just then he begins clubbing the chest of Lively as he tries to roll to safety.
Lively gets to his feet, as Sandra, the chimps owner runs over stabbing the chimp from behind several times. Lively smirks until the chimp back hands the woman acting as if nothing happened. The chimp then scurries toward the JESUS in a violent action. Lively begins to pedal his scamper sticks other wise know as legs to get the fuck out of dodge. A police car rolls up the driveway, with an officer hopping out. The cop pulls his pistol firing it at the chimp as Lively slides across his hood to get out of the line of fire. The officer empties his magazine into the chimp who slows down a bit. Lively feeling safe on the side of the car watches as the chimp takes a hack at the officer. Just then the scene blurs again, and we are back on the plane.
Lively: OK, well maybe the chimp thing was going to happen regardless. That fucker took a stabbing, a full clip of bullets and was still hacking at people. So The JESUS couldn't save the world from that tragedy...but I can stop the Level UNO crisis from ever happening.
This mother fucker is going to feel the wrath of Christ as I bring the fury, He jobbed himself out in the Gauntlet match cause he knew that the JESUS would knock a few teeth from his mouth with a super kick. With his departure from the Gauntlet I decided to go ahead make my time short.
Ms. Lively: Sure your did, it looked like you got tapped out.
Lively: Listen...I don't need your commentary. Level One will find out just how the JESUS rolls when a title is one the line. He will be loosing his undefeated streak live in front of thousands as I retain my title. The JESUS is racking up the accolades left and right. Mounting this bitch, and making a stuffed trophy out of him will be quite nice for my collection.
Level One may be busy under neath desks, trying to warm the balls of certain people. While the JESUS is out working his ass off, making a fucking name for himself. The train will stop for Level One at Rasstlemania courtesy of the mother fucking JESUS, the Hottest Shit Going. He will know full well, live in front of millions that he has met his match. The man that pulls out all the stops. The one who shocks the world at every chance, will do just that by leveling the chosen ONE with the Prelude!!! Cause no matter what anyone thinks I AM the real Chosen ONE, I AM the champion, and I AM JESUS!!!!
Ms. Lively: Well, thats great...but maybe you should save all the promo cutting for when we arrive at the arena.
Lively: Hey pilot, how much longer is this flight???
The pilot turns back looking at Lively.
Pilot: About an hour sir.
Lively stands stretching his arms, he then swivels his hips colliding a nasty knee to his mothers temple. She slumps over sideways breathing heavy as she falls into a deep sleep of unconsciousness. Lively then sits back down putting a pair of ear bud head phones into his ear.
Lively: Now I can fly in peace.
He then kicks back, and listens to his music to veg out.
