Post by "The Hottest Shit Going" on Jul 14, 2009 1:30:06 GMT -4
Silence fills the air bringing about a sense of peace when it it suddenly torn from it's pedestal by the loud obnoxious rattling of a phones ringer. The sounds of sheets ripping through the air as the body underneath reaches out to answer the annoyance.
"Mr. Lively...good morning sir this is your seven thirty wake up call."
The phone is hung up as the arms of Michael Lively then stretch out into the air trying to shake off the near death that sleep brings us all to. The man scoots backward sitting up in the bed. Lively wipes his eyes trying to get himself out of the daze. With a shower, a brush of his teeth and a quick dressing the JESUS shuts his hotel room door as he exits. With his bag in hand Michael Lively heads for the elevator. He shoots his mother a quick text letting her know he is heading toward the check out desk. You see Michael Lively and his mother have a weird relationship. The woman that mothered the Hottest Shit Going was once a big part of the APW as well. She broke on the scene as Lively's manager and soon grew in popularity as she expressed her crush toward APW president Jeff. The cougar of the ring began exposing her self to Jeff, and then shortly to the fans. She suffers though at the hands of her son. He doesn't show the respect most men show their mothers. This man treats her as if she owes him something, and handles her like a slave on a plantation. It's a mystery why this woman sticks around to take the abuse, but god knows for awhile their interactions where great ratings boosters.
The door on the elevator closes as Michael Lively leans against the wall. His mind wonders about the past six months. His actions toward the APW were heinous to management and to the roster itself. To swipe his balls on a title he had no plan of defending. He urinated on the belt he had no intentions of even trying to retain. He walked out on a company that made him a household name. He turned his back on the company that brought him to the dance, and made him a legend in the making. Sure his talents are stacked, and he showcased his skills each and every night, but the APW gave him the canvass to paint his masterpieces. He showed disrespect, and disgraced everyones good graces for what. The IWC, Insane Wrestling Championships, a company that invigorated the wrestling world. It pushed the limits on what wrestling was thought to be. The IWC had it's five minutes of success, and soon fell into the ashes of failure. Michael Lively got lured into the rebirth of that company. The JESUS was taunted with promises of a great companies rise to the top with him in the very fore front.
It's no secret the man has a huge ego, hence the JESUS moniker, and these thoughts did nothing but prove to be fuel on the fire. Michael Lively thought he could take the IWC, make it great, and have the world falling at his feet proclaiming how great he was. Like most egos, Lively's soon got checked. The man bled for the IWC, poured out everything he had. A good company isn't built on the hard work of one man, but the combined efforts of many great men. It seemed the IWC failed once for many reasons that were not corrected in it's second chance rising, and history repeated itself.
Now like a dog with his tail between his legs the man known as the JESUS is crawling back for a second chance. The APW seems to be toying with the idea of a Michael Lively return, yet no long term plans have been made. Michael Lively has his mind set on getting re-instated with APW, and when his mind is set on something it usually happens. It seems President Jeff hasn't forgotten, he hasn't let what Lively did to his company slip his mind. All these thing run through the head of the Hottest Shit Going as the door opens.
He steps out to the sight of his mother, dressed in her typical too tight shirt with no bra, and very short skirt with butt cheeks slightly exposed. A tramp of tramps, and yet the mother of the JESUS who seems to have more JUDAS like tendencies.
Lively: I haven't had my coffee yet, and you know how the sound of your voice affects me when I haven't had my coffee. Be a good little whore-ish mother and get me a cup while I check us out. Remember two sugars and a splash of cream.
Ms. Lively walks off to fetch her son some coffee as he then walks over to the registration desk to finalize his check out. As the clerk types on the keyboard Lively's mother returns with his coffee. The White Lion takes the cup into his grasp, holds it up and gives the java a quick blow of air to cool the heat. Then he carefully sips the fragrant beverage as the attendant prints his bill setting it in on the counter to go over it with him.
Clerk: Sir, it seems you have a few movie charges....
Lively then looks at his mother a little nervous as he swallows the coffee. He then looks toward the clerk shaking his head no as she continues on.
Clerk: First you ordered Fist-iana Jones and the Temple of Poon...
Ms. Lively bursts into laughter at the movie her son seemed to partake in last night.
Clerk: Then there was Wally Wanker and the Cock-late Factory...
More chuckles from the mans mother as his face turns a little red.
Clerk: and it seems you finished up the evening with Harry Peter and the Half Bonned Prince.
Lively just hands over his credit card to pay for the charges.
Ms. Lively: Long night hunh, it seems someone had fun.
Lively shoots his mother that look that usually means his foot is about to tap her chin ever so softly putting her to sleep. She notices this as she has been of the end of his infamous super kick many times and takes a step back realizing it's probably time to shut up. The clerk then asks for a signature from the self proclaimed savior of wrestling. With disgust written on his face the JESUS signs the paper and then heads for the valet to get his rental car.
Ms. Lively: So Michael, whats your game plan. Jeff is gonna be pissed, I really don't think your going to get a contract.
Lively: Listen, the plan is to show up, get in Jeff's face every week. Make it very damn clear that I will settle for nothing but a contract, or the keys to the yard. I'm really good at getting what I want, even better at getting under peoples skin. I am going to do what I do until Jeff crumbles...if not then I ruin the APW week in and week out. So get your shit ready mother, cause we are going to Overdrive.
Lively then hops into the back seat of the rental car, as Ms. Lively then tips the valet. She has a seat behind the wheel of the rental car, and proceeds to chauffeur her son to the airport.
"Mr. Lively...good morning sir this is your seven thirty wake up call."
The phone is hung up as the arms of Michael Lively then stretch out into the air trying to shake off the near death that sleep brings us all to. The man scoots backward sitting up in the bed. Lively wipes his eyes trying to get himself out of the daze. With a shower, a brush of his teeth and a quick dressing the JESUS shuts his hotel room door as he exits. With his bag in hand Michael Lively heads for the elevator. He shoots his mother a quick text letting her know he is heading toward the check out desk. You see Michael Lively and his mother have a weird relationship. The woman that mothered the Hottest Shit Going was once a big part of the APW as well. She broke on the scene as Lively's manager and soon grew in popularity as she expressed her crush toward APW president Jeff. The cougar of the ring began exposing her self to Jeff, and then shortly to the fans. She suffers though at the hands of her son. He doesn't show the respect most men show their mothers. This man treats her as if she owes him something, and handles her like a slave on a plantation. It's a mystery why this woman sticks around to take the abuse, but god knows for awhile their interactions where great ratings boosters.
The door on the elevator closes as Michael Lively leans against the wall. His mind wonders about the past six months. His actions toward the APW were heinous to management and to the roster itself. To swipe his balls on a title he had no plan of defending. He urinated on the belt he had no intentions of even trying to retain. He walked out on a company that made him a household name. He turned his back on the company that brought him to the dance, and made him a legend in the making. Sure his talents are stacked, and he showcased his skills each and every night, but the APW gave him the canvass to paint his masterpieces. He showed disrespect, and disgraced everyones good graces for what. The IWC, Insane Wrestling Championships, a company that invigorated the wrestling world. It pushed the limits on what wrestling was thought to be. The IWC had it's five minutes of success, and soon fell into the ashes of failure. Michael Lively got lured into the rebirth of that company. The JESUS was taunted with promises of a great companies rise to the top with him in the very fore front.
It's no secret the man has a huge ego, hence the JESUS moniker, and these thoughts did nothing but prove to be fuel on the fire. Michael Lively thought he could take the IWC, make it great, and have the world falling at his feet proclaiming how great he was. Like most egos, Lively's soon got checked. The man bled for the IWC, poured out everything he had. A good company isn't built on the hard work of one man, but the combined efforts of many great men. It seemed the IWC failed once for many reasons that were not corrected in it's second chance rising, and history repeated itself.
Now like a dog with his tail between his legs the man known as the JESUS is crawling back for a second chance. The APW seems to be toying with the idea of a Michael Lively return, yet no long term plans have been made. Michael Lively has his mind set on getting re-instated with APW, and when his mind is set on something it usually happens. It seems President Jeff hasn't forgotten, he hasn't let what Lively did to his company slip his mind. All these thing run through the head of the Hottest Shit Going as the door opens.
He steps out to the sight of his mother, dressed in her typical too tight shirt with no bra, and very short skirt with butt cheeks slightly exposed. A tramp of tramps, and yet the mother of the JESUS who seems to have more JUDAS like tendencies.
Lively: I haven't had my coffee yet, and you know how the sound of your voice affects me when I haven't had my coffee. Be a good little whore-ish mother and get me a cup while I check us out. Remember two sugars and a splash of cream.
Ms. Lively walks off to fetch her son some coffee as he then walks over to the registration desk to finalize his check out. As the clerk types on the keyboard Lively's mother returns with his coffee. The White Lion takes the cup into his grasp, holds it up and gives the java a quick blow of air to cool the heat. Then he carefully sips the fragrant beverage as the attendant prints his bill setting it in on the counter to go over it with him.
Clerk: Sir, it seems you have a few movie charges....
Lively then looks at his mother a little nervous as he swallows the coffee. He then looks toward the clerk shaking his head no as she continues on.
Clerk: First you ordered Fist-iana Jones and the Temple of Poon...
Ms. Lively bursts into laughter at the movie her son seemed to partake in last night.
Clerk: Then there was Wally Wanker and the Cock-late Factory...
More chuckles from the mans mother as his face turns a little red.
Clerk: and it seems you finished up the evening with Harry Peter and the Half Bonned Prince.
Lively just hands over his credit card to pay for the charges.
Ms. Lively: Long night hunh, it seems someone had fun.
Lively shoots his mother that look that usually means his foot is about to tap her chin ever so softly putting her to sleep. She notices this as she has been of the end of his infamous super kick many times and takes a step back realizing it's probably time to shut up. The clerk then asks for a signature from the self proclaimed savior of wrestling. With disgust written on his face the JESUS signs the paper and then heads for the valet to get his rental car.
Ms. Lively: So Michael, whats your game plan. Jeff is gonna be pissed, I really don't think your going to get a contract.
Lively: Listen, the plan is to show up, get in Jeff's face every week. Make it very damn clear that I will settle for nothing but a contract, or the keys to the yard. I'm really good at getting what I want, even better at getting under peoples skin. I am going to do what I do until Jeff crumbles...if not then I ruin the APW week in and week out. So get your shit ready mother, cause we are going to Overdrive.
Lively then hops into the back seat of the rental car, as Ms. Lively then tips the valet. She has a seat behind the wheel of the rental car, and proceeds to chauffeur her son to the airport.
