Post by "The Hottest Shit Going" on Mar 25, 2009 12:25:56 GMT -4
The plane lands and that ever humming engine dies down. The JESUS stretches his arms as a deep sigh of relief exits his mouth. Another flight safely landed. After the time that plane crashed, and everything in the forest tried to kill him after surviving, he thanks his lucky stars with each successful landing.
The JESUS then grabs his bag slinging it over his shoulder. Taking the new leather with gold plates decorating it the champion of all wrestling sets it on his shoulder very carefully. He steps over his mother, making his way for the exit stairs. After a flight with her you can only imagine that she suffered the usual. With a few steps the JESUS walks out into the sunlight. The bright light sparkles it's reflection on the title slung over his shoulder. He places his sunglasses on to once again protect those heavenly pupils. The life of a wrestler such as Lively seems to be non stop. Thats what it takes to be the best these days. The be on top, to become a legend. You most stand out in the crowd, and Michael Lively does a decent job doing just that. His drive to be the best may take quite the toll on his body, on his soul. He knows the competition around the world is fierce and seems to be on a frequently stopping tour to make himself the worlds best. His journey this week finds the man steeping out onto the ground of Detroit Michigan. A dump of a city, riddled with poverty. Plagued by the hard economic times, and filled with UN employment. Only fitting for a company that was thought to be the next big thing in sports entertainment, but seems to be failing like Detroit's Industry to have it's biggest show of the year. Rasstlemania five, live in a town where most people don;t have a pot to piss in let alone a wad of cash to buy am overpriced ticket to attend this years spectacle.
Many people wished to headline this great event, and the JESUS gets that honor this year. The only reason he is showing up is to prove to the world that he truly is the fucking man. That the walking hype that is Level One is just that...HYPE!!! Like others that have walked that aisle, the JESUS will show that every mortal simply comes in second when pitted against the greatest fucking wrestler in the world. The @pw world title on the line, and for the first time in Lively's career he feels that he may not be able to avoid the machine. The world of wrestling has chewed many people up and spit them out. Management making their decisions of who goes over, and who does the infamous job. Well this time the JESUS feels that the industries next Montreal Screw Job is upon us, only taking place in Detroit Michigan.
With another evil smirk the JESUS walks to an awaiting limo tossing his bag inside just prior to sliding in to have a seat himself. Chubs enters as the car prepares to take them both to the arena.
After a short drive the limo arrives at the arena. The car then moves through the parking lot, driving around toward the back. It then screech's to a halt, as if someone told the driver to hit the brakes. The door flings open as Chubs then steps out with camera in hand. Quickly the JESUS follows him out.
Lively: This is perfect, this is the place, this is where we make the next masterpiece.
Lively then whips out his cell phone, dials a number then holds it to his ear. He turns away from the camera as all that can be hear is his voice speaking with someone.
Lively: No it's cool, I'll send the car to get you. I need this to take place. Controversy is what I have prided myself on bringing no mater where I arrive. Rasstlemania wants a pre show...the JESUS will give them one for the ages....the car will be there soon.
Lively then hangs up the phone as the limo drives off. With his new title, and gym bag slung over his shoulder the self proclaimed Most Hated Man in wrestling walks toward the rear entrance of the arena. Chubs follows like a puppy unsure what his master is going to do next, but wants to stay close either way.
Let The Show Begin
Chubs the cameraman steps outside the arena door, propping the camera on his shoulder. This action would tell anyone with an earshot of this that the one and only Michael Lively himself is about to exit the building. The door swings open, and the camera starts at the feet of Lively. Those famous boots that stamp out many opponents night in and night out. The same boots that plant on his mothers jaw. The camera pans out with the @pw title swinging between his legs tucked in his pants. A trademark move that the JESUS has done with the APW title since his acquisition. As the camera keeps moving upward is reveals the JESUS wearing the new INSANE WRESTLING t-shirt with the company's logo ripping through the chest and blood streaming down either side. Over his right shoulder is that newly won Insane Wrestling Heavyweight title. The name plate changed from Kaos to "Your JESUS" Michael Lively.
The wrestling worlds Chosen "ONE" Michael Lively walks out to about the same area that the limo dropped him off. The APW title swinging between his legs with each step he takes. Lively stands there looking out toward the drive which then has the image of the black limo appearing. It pulls up and the JESUS walks toward the back door just as it stops. Suddenly a boom box is slide out of the sun roof. The JESUS whistles and the driver steps out. Lively hands the man the boom box, telling him to work the controls when qued to do so. The JESUS turns around to the camera with the stretch limo behind him.
Lively: Welcome folks...tonight the JESUS once again makes history. Thanks to Chubs, and technology...this is being broadcast on APW television, as well as being streamed to the Insane Championships overloaded web site. Not since WWE Bought WCW has a show crossed over like this. Being that the companies are at war, and yours truly stands in the middle, it's fitting that a savior like myself would be the one to do something this huge. Expect you act of saving tonight, no miracles performed. Just a simply a Lively FUCK YOU Fest!!!
The JESUS folds the Insane World title up placing it on the roof of the limo.
Lively: Now you are probably wondering why this here limo is parked, and why would the JESUS be ready to open the door for who ever is inside. I'm not the serving type, but seeing the way things have gone as of late, it's time for drastic measures. So with out further a due, let us get this fucking party started. I brought some special people here tonight to help me out.
Lively then points his finger to the limo driver who pushes play on the boom box. Lively opens the door as "Remember The Name" by Fort Minor begins to play. Out steps the recently fired Carl Cage. The man looking a bit different since the people of APW have seen him last. Wearing an Insane Wrestling T0shirt matching that of the JESUS the man walks around leaning against the trunk of the limo.
Lively: Thats right folks...shocking hunh. Carl Fucking Cage...here in the parking lot, wearing a t-shirt from a company a certain person can't stand. Fired from APW as most of you know from a recent news break. What you didn't know is that the man tried to quit. Due to some rather dirty contract obligations Cage was forced to stick it out. Doing so the man couldn't wind his time down gracefully, NO...he became the new jobber on the block. Management couldn't stand the fact that someone didn't want to partake in APW any longer...so they tried to ruin his career. Tarnish his image. Well thanks to the JESUS, and a the new misfit Carl Cage...we are breaking kayfabe!!! Making management look like the petty douche stains that they are. Thats what is wrong with wrestling...peoples emotions. People taking shit so damn personal. So if thats the rules, then the JESUS can play it very well. Cage anything you'd like to say to the APW and it's fans.
Cage smiles at the camera slung his direction by Chubs. Carl simply puts a double finger salute up for all to see.
Lively: Nice....alright, let us move on.
Lively once again point toward the limo driver. As Powerman 5000 begins to thump When Worlds Collide, out steps the masked figure of Katrina Arcadia Olivetti. The first woman to hold the Overdrive title. A talented female high flyer with no fear.
Lively: Here she is, a woman who dethroned yours truly from my long run as Overdrive champion. A true competitor, and sadly another victim. Just another person to get chewed up by management in APW. Now it's been sad, and by me especially that women have no place in this business except for showing some tits, and possibly taking care of the kid (lively points to his crotch) backstage.
Arcadia shoves Lively as he has a playful smirk on his face.
Lively: Easy Katrina...I'm just playing. Now the sad thing is sometimes a broad, excuse me a woman comes along with some serious talent. Well you are looking at her folks. Holding a win over me puts this female in a slim list of people. Well maybe it's not so slim, but the bitch has skills.
Katrina nods in approval of the JESUS's comments.
Lively: Where am I going with this, you'll see. Management has it's mind set on who is over, and who isn't. Katrina didn't fit into their ideals of a champion, let alone a main eventer. Sure once this airs, it may be cut from the your viewing, and tried to be covered up. I'm sure they have a justification that explains their motives real clear....to everyone except US!!!
Lively then points to the limo driver once again. "Revolution Is My Name" by Pantera blares from the boom box, and out steps a very familiar face to all watching.
Lively: Let me introduce to you....a legend. Someone who really deserves spot in the hall of fame. Not some washed up wrestler who never won a title in APW and drifted out of sight with in six months. Thats fitting though, thats how the APW rolls. What they don't have versus what they do. Well you lost one hell of a worker in this man. A man that s so hardcore he makes Rocco porns look like a Skinnamax flick. The Chaotic Xtremist, the Career Killer, TREVOR BLACKWELL.
The man strikes the crucifix pose wearing a matching shirt with the rest of the misfits.Lively and Trevor exchange a slap of five and a shoulder bump.
Lively: Never thought you here that music when it wasn't accompanied by a midget hunh. Only the JESUS could bring this shit to life.
Lively then pulls the APW world title from his pants. He holds it up as the pack of misfits look like bulls seeing red.
Lively: This title has gone with me everywhere. Jeff you have been getting shameless promotion from the JESUS. Promoting your product, trying to boost your ratings, and create something exciting. People wondering what the fuck, this guy is crazy carrying that belt over to the Insane Arena. It's like walking onto an army base full of angry service men and women with an Iraq flag, screaming SUCK MY DICK AMERICA!!! Well not only did I do it, but I won there title as well. Take a look.
The camera zooms in on the world title folded nicely on the roof of the limo.
Lively: Your recent actions have shammed your fed. Shammed your organization, and this very title. A title mind you that I was proud to have as my own. Trevor...how do you feel bout the APW world title?
Trevor takes a look at Lively, then steps forward looking down at the belt in the JESUS's hand. Trevor then plugs one of his nostrils, and shoots a snot rocket out on the center plate.
Lively: WHOA....you can't do that!!!
Lively then takes the belt whipping the snot off on Chubs the cameraman's shirt.
Lively: You can't disgrace the title, only Jeff can do that. It can only be a game for him, in his world. Besides if your going to disgrace a title, you don't blow snot on it.
Lively then pulls out his balls through his zipper. He begins whipping them all over the title belt.
Lively: You tea bag the thing.
Lively then drops the belt on the pavement.
Lively: This title, being defended at Rasstlemania, for what, WHY??? So I can be washed up and treated like all the others. Forced to job out, forced to be overtaken by the machine that is professional wrestling. The phony circus act of old. To show you how I feel about the thought of that and this title, let me continue.
Lively then pulls out his heavenly member, and begin urinating on the title. Then a zip can be heard as Carl Cage steps[s forward along with Trevor. Two more streams of piss can be seen hitting the title.
Lively: Thats right, a golden shower for the gold of the worlds true shittiest fed. Action Packed Please, I am the action in that place. I am the one, well maybe I'm not the the life blood. Yeah the JESUS can check his ego for a second. The thing that will bring this place to the ground in a pile of rubbish is the man at the helm, the puppet master with his petty grudges.Oh shit the JESUS feels something coming on....
Just then Michael Lively begins tugging on his meat. He feverishly jacks back and forth until his face distorts and his eyes roll back.
Lively: OH GOD!!!
Trevor backs up, and Cage turns his head not wanting to see a grown man strum his porridge pistol. Arcadia on the other hand looks rather shocked. Starring at the JESUS in disbelief.
Arcadia: Did we just have sex???
Lively: What...no...I just shot some seed on the belt...
Trevor: Why would you think you just had sex with Lively???
Arcadia: Well my mother told me when you have sex with a boy, stuff shoots out from his penis...and stuff just shot out so that means...
Lively then walks over whispering in her ear the procedure for sexual intercourse. Arcadia's eyes grow wide with shock.
Arcadia: That goes in....and then that....whoa!!!
Lively turns to the camera, putting away his mutton missile.
Lively: Level One...it's not personal. I understand you want the title. Well there you have it, a belt to be proud of. When you wear that gold know full well that my balls were all over it. Know that three men christened the belt with a lovely golden shower. When you try to be ultra rugged, and bad ass representing APW holding that belt high into the air, all the fans will know that my spooge was covering that fucking title. My seed was spilled out where you name will soon rest. Be proud, feel great, hell like Link says "Enjoy yourself" cause I just did. This was a pleasure to disgrace the title. This isn't a slap in your face Level One, it's simply a slap in Jeff's. I hope he getting all worked up. Gets very angry. Rips his Hura-Jammies off, puts on the mask, straps on the cape, and tells is lover to remove the penis from his ass. Readys himself, gazing into the camera. It's the biggest show of the year Jeff, with your precious title laying out here in the parking lot covered in bodily fluids. Two huge names in the sport, ready to do battle inside that ring, over something that means nothing. Titles really don't mean shit. Hell hearing it from Spirit Tara Jacobs herself, it isn't about the wins, losses, titles, of being over...it's about doing what we love. You seem to have a great fucking way to take the fun out of shit. People bust there asses off the make a name for themselves. Try to make it to the spotlight. I have made a career out of fucking people up in that ring, squashing dreams. You have made a lot of money out of crushing them before they can even get a start.
When the JESUS no longer holds your title, or chooses to maybe do something different, what will happen. Hell say I get injured and can not be cleared to wrestle...I will be made to look like a bitch. Why, cause it fits the storyline, or works well as a angle...no cause it makes someone else look like shit, in the attempt to put yourself over. Jeff heres the topic of your main event, laying in the street, looking like it's true worth. If you want it come get it.The JESUS has no need for it any longer.
I busted my ass, as I sat back watching you drive people from this company left and right. Putting people over when they didn't deserve it, hell even me at times. Thats right, we can shoot all night. When people don't love their job, it becomes just that a fucking job. A mundane, normal useless boring job!!! I have made claims that I ride things out till the end, but right now the writing is on the wall. I"m the most loyal person anyone could have backing them up, until you shit in my dinner. Frankly Jeff, I don't like shit....and cant wrestle for a company made of it any longer. So scramble, make your news stories, spin the thing around to fit your agenda. The JESUS has left the building. Level One, you are a talented person, and I just hope maybe you'll see the writing as I do. I spoke of how you might have been the cancer, when the tumor was signing the checks!!! So in front of millions watching via the web, and on TV if it hasn't been pulled...here I stand Michael Lively...through with the bullshit, leaving before the machine takes it's toll on ME. I refuse to take the roll these misfits have. There seems to be honor there, and remember Jeff....you missed the boat. It could have been profitable for all. The words war came from your mouth, and I'm just choosing a side. So with the sincerest, like a true mark for Dr. Matt you can Eat a Whole Bag of Dicks!!!!
The band of Misfits then pile into the limo, followed by Chubs. The door closes, and so does a chapter in history.
The JESUS then grabs his bag slinging it over his shoulder. Taking the new leather with gold plates decorating it the champion of all wrestling sets it on his shoulder very carefully. He steps over his mother, making his way for the exit stairs. After a flight with her you can only imagine that she suffered the usual. With a few steps the JESUS walks out into the sunlight. The bright light sparkles it's reflection on the title slung over his shoulder. He places his sunglasses on to once again protect those heavenly pupils. The life of a wrestler such as Lively seems to be non stop. Thats what it takes to be the best these days. The be on top, to become a legend. You most stand out in the crowd, and Michael Lively does a decent job doing just that. His drive to be the best may take quite the toll on his body, on his soul. He knows the competition around the world is fierce and seems to be on a frequently stopping tour to make himself the worlds best. His journey this week finds the man steeping out onto the ground of Detroit Michigan. A dump of a city, riddled with poverty. Plagued by the hard economic times, and filled with UN employment. Only fitting for a company that was thought to be the next big thing in sports entertainment, but seems to be failing like Detroit's Industry to have it's biggest show of the year. Rasstlemania five, live in a town where most people don;t have a pot to piss in let alone a wad of cash to buy am overpriced ticket to attend this years spectacle.
Many people wished to headline this great event, and the JESUS gets that honor this year. The only reason he is showing up is to prove to the world that he truly is the fucking man. That the walking hype that is Level One is just that...HYPE!!! Like others that have walked that aisle, the JESUS will show that every mortal simply comes in second when pitted against the greatest fucking wrestler in the world. The @pw world title on the line, and for the first time in Lively's career he feels that he may not be able to avoid the machine. The world of wrestling has chewed many people up and spit them out. Management making their decisions of who goes over, and who does the infamous job. Well this time the JESUS feels that the industries next Montreal Screw Job is upon us, only taking place in Detroit Michigan.
With another evil smirk the JESUS walks to an awaiting limo tossing his bag inside just prior to sliding in to have a seat himself. Chubs enters as the car prepares to take them both to the arena.
After a short drive the limo arrives at the arena. The car then moves through the parking lot, driving around toward the back. It then screech's to a halt, as if someone told the driver to hit the brakes. The door flings open as Chubs then steps out with camera in hand. Quickly the JESUS follows him out.
Lively: This is perfect, this is the place, this is where we make the next masterpiece.
Lively then whips out his cell phone, dials a number then holds it to his ear. He turns away from the camera as all that can be hear is his voice speaking with someone.
Lively: No it's cool, I'll send the car to get you. I need this to take place. Controversy is what I have prided myself on bringing no mater where I arrive. Rasstlemania wants a pre show...the JESUS will give them one for the ages....the car will be there soon.
Lively then hangs up the phone as the limo drives off. With his new title, and gym bag slung over his shoulder the self proclaimed Most Hated Man in wrestling walks toward the rear entrance of the arena. Chubs follows like a puppy unsure what his master is going to do next, but wants to stay close either way.
Let The Show Begin
Chubs the cameraman steps outside the arena door, propping the camera on his shoulder. This action would tell anyone with an earshot of this that the one and only Michael Lively himself is about to exit the building. The door swings open, and the camera starts at the feet of Lively. Those famous boots that stamp out many opponents night in and night out. The same boots that plant on his mothers jaw. The camera pans out with the @pw title swinging between his legs tucked in his pants. A trademark move that the JESUS has done with the APW title since his acquisition. As the camera keeps moving upward is reveals the JESUS wearing the new INSANE WRESTLING t-shirt with the company's logo ripping through the chest and blood streaming down either side. Over his right shoulder is that newly won Insane Wrestling Heavyweight title. The name plate changed from Kaos to "Your JESUS" Michael Lively.
The wrestling worlds Chosen "ONE" Michael Lively walks out to about the same area that the limo dropped him off. The APW title swinging between his legs with each step he takes. Lively stands there looking out toward the drive which then has the image of the black limo appearing. It pulls up and the JESUS walks toward the back door just as it stops. Suddenly a boom box is slide out of the sun roof. The JESUS whistles and the driver steps out. Lively hands the man the boom box, telling him to work the controls when qued to do so. The JESUS turns around to the camera with the stretch limo behind him.
Lively: Welcome folks...tonight the JESUS once again makes history. Thanks to Chubs, and technology...this is being broadcast on APW television, as well as being streamed to the Insane Championships overloaded web site. Not since WWE Bought WCW has a show crossed over like this. Being that the companies are at war, and yours truly stands in the middle, it's fitting that a savior like myself would be the one to do something this huge. Expect you act of saving tonight, no miracles performed. Just a simply a Lively FUCK YOU Fest!!!
The JESUS folds the Insane World title up placing it on the roof of the limo.
Lively: Now you are probably wondering why this here limo is parked, and why would the JESUS be ready to open the door for who ever is inside. I'm not the serving type, but seeing the way things have gone as of late, it's time for drastic measures. So with out further a due, let us get this fucking party started. I brought some special people here tonight to help me out.
Lively then points his finger to the limo driver who pushes play on the boom box. Lively opens the door as "Remember The Name" by Fort Minor begins to play. Out steps the recently fired Carl Cage. The man looking a bit different since the people of APW have seen him last. Wearing an Insane Wrestling T0shirt matching that of the JESUS the man walks around leaning against the trunk of the limo.
Lively: Thats right folks...shocking hunh. Carl Fucking Cage...here in the parking lot, wearing a t-shirt from a company a certain person can't stand. Fired from APW as most of you know from a recent news break. What you didn't know is that the man tried to quit. Due to some rather dirty contract obligations Cage was forced to stick it out. Doing so the man couldn't wind his time down gracefully, NO...he became the new jobber on the block. Management couldn't stand the fact that someone didn't want to partake in APW any longer...so they tried to ruin his career. Tarnish his image. Well thanks to the JESUS, and a the new misfit Carl Cage...we are breaking kayfabe!!! Making management look like the petty douche stains that they are. Thats what is wrong with wrestling...peoples emotions. People taking shit so damn personal. So if thats the rules, then the JESUS can play it very well. Cage anything you'd like to say to the APW and it's fans.
Cage smiles at the camera slung his direction by Chubs. Carl simply puts a double finger salute up for all to see.
Lively: Nice....alright, let us move on.
Lively once again point toward the limo driver. As Powerman 5000 begins to thump When Worlds Collide, out steps the masked figure of Katrina Arcadia Olivetti. The first woman to hold the Overdrive title. A talented female high flyer with no fear.
Lively: Here she is, a woman who dethroned yours truly from my long run as Overdrive champion. A true competitor, and sadly another victim. Just another person to get chewed up by management in APW. Now it's been sad, and by me especially that women have no place in this business except for showing some tits, and possibly taking care of the kid (lively points to his crotch) backstage.
Arcadia shoves Lively as he has a playful smirk on his face.
Lively: Easy Katrina...I'm just playing. Now the sad thing is sometimes a broad, excuse me a woman comes along with some serious talent. Well you are looking at her folks. Holding a win over me puts this female in a slim list of people. Well maybe it's not so slim, but the bitch has skills.
Katrina nods in approval of the JESUS's comments.
Lively: Where am I going with this, you'll see. Management has it's mind set on who is over, and who isn't. Katrina didn't fit into their ideals of a champion, let alone a main eventer. Sure once this airs, it may be cut from the your viewing, and tried to be covered up. I'm sure they have a justification that explains their motives real clear....to everyone except US!!!
Lively then points to the limo driver once again. "Revolution Is My Name" by Pantera blares from the boom box, and out steps a very familiar face to all watching.
Lively: Let me introduce to you....a legend. Someone who really deserves spot in the hall of fame. Not some washed up wrestler who never won a title in APW and drifted out of sight with in six months. Thats fitting though, thats how the APW rolls. What they don't have versus what they do. Well you lost one hell of a worker in this man. A man that s so hardcore he makes Rocco porns look like a Skinnamax flick. The Chaotic Xtremist, the Career Killer, TREVOR BLACKWELL.
The man strikes the crucifix pose wearing a matching shirt with the rest of the misfits.Lively and Trevor exchange a slap of five and a shoulder bump.
Lively: Never thought you here that music when it wasn't accompanied by a midget hunh. Only the JESUS could bring this shit to life.
Lively then pulls the APW world title from his pants. He holds it up as the pack of misfits look like bulls seeing red.
Lively: This title has gone with me everywhere. Jeff you have been getting shameless promotion from the JESUS. Promoting your product, trying to boost your ratings, and create something exciting. People wondering what the fuck, this guy is crazy carrying that belt over to the Insane Arena. It's like walking onto an army base full of angry service men and women with an Iraq flag, screaming SUCK MY DICK AMERICA!!! Well not only did I do it, but I won there title as well. Take a look.
The camera zooms in on the world title folded nicely on the roof of the limo.
Lively: Your recent actions have shammed your fed. Shammed your organization, and this very title. A title mind you that I was proud to have as my own. Trevor...how do you feel bout the APW world title?
Trevor takes a look at Lively, then steps forward looking down at the belt in the JESUS's hand. Trevor then plugs one of his nostrils, and shoots a snot rocket out on the center plate.
Lively: WHOA....you can't do that!!!
Lively then takes the belt whipping the snot off on Chubs the cameraman's shirt.
Lively: You can't disgrace the title, only Jeff can do that. It can only be a game for him, in his world. Besides if your going to disgrace a title, you don't blow snot on it.
Lively then pulls out his balls through his zipper. He begins whipping them all over the title belt.
Lively: You tea bag the thing.
Lively then drops the belt on the pavement.
Lively: This title, being defended at Rasstlemania, for what, WHY??? So I can be washed up and treated like all the others. Forced to job out, forced to be overtaken by the machine that is professional wrestling. The phony circus act of old. To show you how I feel about the thought of that and this title, let me continue.
Lively then pulls out his heavenly member, and begin urinating on the title. Then a zip can be heard as Carl Cage steps[s forward along with Trevor. Two more streams of piss can be seen hitting the title.
Lively: Thats right, a golden shower for the gold of the worlds true shittiest fed. Action Packed Please, I am the action in that place. I am the one, well maybe I'm not the the life blood. Yeah the JESUS can check his ego for a second. The thing that will bring this place to the ground in a pile of rubbish is the man at the helm, the puppet master with his petty grudges.Oh shit the JESUS feels something coming on....
Just then Michael Lively begins tugging on his meat. He feverishly jacks back and forth until his face distorts and his eyes roll back.
Lively: OH GOD!!!
Trevor backs up, and Cage turns his head not wanting to see a grown man strum his porridge pistol. Arcadia on the other hand looks rather shocked. Starring at the JESUS in disbelief.
Arcadia: Did we just have sex???
Lively: What...no...I just shot some seed on the belt...
Trevor: Why would you think you just had sex with Lively???
Arcadia: Well my mother told me when you have sex with a boy, stuff shoots out from his penis...and stuff just shot out so that means...
Lively then walks over whispering in her ear the procedure for sexual intercourse. Arcadia's eyes grow wide with shock.
Arcadia: That goes in....and then that....whoa!!!
Lively turns to the camera, putting away his mutton missile.
Lively: Level One...it's not personal. I understand you want the title. Well there you have it, a belt to be proud of. When you wear that gold know full well that my balls were all over it. Know that three men christened the belt with a lovely golden shower. When you try to be ultra rugged, and bad ass representing APW holding that belt high into the air, all the fans will know that my spooge was covering that fucking title. My seed was spilled out where you name will soon rest. Be proud, feel great, hell like Link says "Enjoy yourself" cause I just did. This was a pleasure to disgrace the title. This isn't a slap in your face Level One, it's simply a slap in Jeff's. I hope he getting all worked up. Gets very angry. Rips his Hura-Jammies off, puts on the mask, straps on the cape, and tells is lover to remove the penis from his ass. Readys himself, gazing into the camera. It's the biggest show of the year Jeff, with your precious title laying out here in the parking lot covered in bodily fluids. Two huge names in the sport, ready to do battle inside that ring, over something that means nothing. Titles really don't mean shit. Hell hearing it from Spirit Tara Jacobs herself, it isn't about the wins, losses, titles, of being over...it's about doing what we love. You seem to have a great fucking way to take the fun out of shit. People bust there asses off the make a name for themselves. Try to make it to the spotlight. I have made a career out of fucking people up in that ring, squashing dreams. You have made a lot of money out of crushing them before they can even get a start.
When the JESUS no longer holds your title, or chooses to maybe do something different, what will happen. Hell say I get injured and can not be cleared to wrestle...I will be made to look like a bitch. Why, cause it fits the storyline, or works well as a angle...no cause it makes someone else look like shit, in the attempt to put yourself over. Jeff heres the topic of your main event, laying in the street, looking like it's true worth. If you want it come get it.The JESUS has no need for it any longer.
I busted my ass, as I sat back watching you drive people from this company left and right. Putting people over when they didn't deserve it, hell even me at times. Thats right, we can shoot all night. When people don't love their job, it becomes just that a fucking job. A mundane, normal useless boring job!!! I have made claims that I ride things out till the end, but right now the writing is on the wall. I"m the most loyal person anyone could have backing them up, until you shit in my dinner. Frankly Jeff, I don't like shit....and cant wrestle for a company made of it any longer. So scramble, make your news stories, spin the thing around to fit your agenda. The JESUS has left the building. Level One, you are a talented person, and I just hope maybe you'll see the writing as I do. I spoke of how you might have been the cancer, when the tumor was signing the checks!!! So in front of millions watching via the web, and on TV if it hasn't been pulled...here I stand Michael Lively...through with the bullshit, leaving before the machine takes it's toll on ME. I refuse to take the roll these misfits have. There seems to be honor there, and remember Jeff....you missed the boat. It could have been profitable for all. The words war came from your mouth, and I'm just choosing a side. So with the sincerest, like a true mark for Dr. Matt you can Eat a Whole Bag of Dicks!!!!
The band of Misfits then pile into the limo, followed by Chubs. The door closes, and so does a chapter in history.
