Post by "The Hottest Shit Going" on Aug 27, 2009 18:17:59 GMT -4
I am Having It My Way
"Number 291, number 291 your order is up"
The cashier of Burger King calls out as she sets the tray down on the counter. The woman then turn back to the line and begins taking another order. Just then the woman's face get slapped right into the cheek with a tomato. The juice from the vegetable slice splatters as it then slides down her face. The people in the line gasp in shock, as the woman rips her head sideways toward the direction of the assault. To her surprise, but not anyone who really knows the JESUS, her eyes take a gander upon Michael Lively with his chicken sandwich unwrapped on the tray. The man wearing a cardboard BK crown tilted sideways on his head, smirks with a look of pride as he knows that he surely got her attention.
"Didn't I ask for no tomato..."
The woman tries to speak but Lively just puts up his hand letting her know that any explanation will not suffice. The woman then grabs the order microphone, in fury from the tomato slapping.
"I need the KING PLEASE...we have a customer that wants it his way"
This announcement stops the JESUS dead in his tracks as it sparks his attention. He turns back toward the counter with the Chicken Sandwich in his hands, and takes a huge bite out of his lunch before gazing upon the Burger King himself. These two lock eyes, and the King interlocks his fingers outstretching his arms cracking his knuckles. The Burger King then leaps over the counter and takes an old school fighting Irish pose as if ready to throw down. Never backing down from a challenge the JESUS drops his tray the ground, takes another bite of his sandwich before tossing at the female cashier. Lively then wipes his arm across his mouth as the King of flame broiled beef motions for the Hottest Shit Going to bring his best.
The King looks toward Lively with his over sized plastic head then bitch slaps the JESUS right across the face. Lively snaps back with a red cheek and catches a jab slipped forward by the King. It smacks the JESUS right in the nose as the entire staff of the restaurant then begin cheering for their King. The patrons of the restaurant begin cheering for the mascot as well, as he connects another jab. The King then loops a right hook around as Lively ducks under. The JESUS then begins unloaded small punches in a flurry on the mid section of the King. Michael then leaps into the air connecting with a spinning Little Mac style uppercut. The big head of the King flops back and forth from the devastating blow just delivered by Lively. The King charges the White Lion and shoves him back first into the soda machine. With his gloved up hands the King grabs Lively's face and holds it under the soda dispenser.
"No, not Dr. Pepper...theres no coming back from the Dr."
The King then activates the lever sending a stream of the bubbly fluid into the eyes, nose and mouth of Lively. The JESUS begins spitting soda into the air gasping for air, and begging to get free from the apparent addiction soon to be forced upon him. Lively then sends a solid boot in between the Kings uprights which lets his royal death grip free from Lively as he drops to his knees. Lively then drives a nasty right hook into the side of the Kings head sending him toppling to the ground. Michael then turns toward the counter next to the soda machine and snags a hand full of straws. The crew members all scream in horror as the JESUS jams a fist full of slender things right up the rear end of the King. The JESUS getting full of himself like he usually does strikes his arrogant pose. The Burger King rises to his feet, and glares at Lively. The man simply dubbed as the savior of wrestling sees the anger coming from the King which is hard to spot because he always has the same expression, and grabs a food tray. Lively rings the head of the King a few times as he charges forward. The King staggers backward and launches a super kick right into the plastic chin of the King. The Burger Maestro flies through the air and lands squarely on his back.
Michael Lively walks over looking down at the beaten King. Michael reaches over and snags up the Kings crown.
"1,2, 3 I dub ME-self....the Burger King, and you just got it my way bitch!!!"
Lively then places the crown on his head, outstretches his arms and spins around like the Macho King would have to all his subjects.
"All hail thee new Burger King...the King of Burgers has a new face, and I am it."
The people and the staff inside the restaurant begin boo'ing the new King. Lively smirks as that is the reception he has always dreamed of, one full of hate and furious anger. The JESUS then takes a quick stride toward the counter, with a small hop plants his feet up on the counter top looking down to all his new subjects.
"Today is the dawn, the dawn of a new era. I stand here not only as your King of burgers, but as your JESUS, and savior of wrestling. Now I have come to save the fast food industry."
The staff look at each other in confusion, then one young kid hollers out toward his new ruler.
"Your saving the fast food industry because Jeff waxed your ass and you couldn't hack it anywhere else."
Lively then jumps down searching for the peasant that just lashed him with their tongue.
"Who dares speak to their King in such a manor?"
The staff all part ways pointing to a young man working the fry station.
"Bow to your King"
The kid chuckles at Lively as the timer goes off.
"Uh Oh, fries are ready."
The kid takes the basket of fries out from the boiling grease, then turns flipping them into the face of Michael Lively. The JESUS stagers back wards as his crown hits the floor. The mans face steams from the greasy fries as the kid then waffles the head of Lively with the pipping hot basket. Michael winces in pains as he drops to his knees.
"It's a revolt on the Kingdom"
The rest of the workers begin pelting the JESUS with various sandwich toppings. An older lady run up and begins shooting Lively with the Ketchup gun. The JESUS tries to stand and get slapped in the face with some flame broiled beef patty. He begins ducking and covering trying to find shelter and dives over the counter back out into the lobby. The man takes a deep breath trying to come up with a game plan.
"What the fuck...this is why I hate people. Stupid fucks don't know when they have a good thing. The JESUS...King of the Jews, Savior of APW, and now the King of Burgers...."
Lively then military rolls toward a trash can, and grabs a tray like a shield. He stands and begin blocking the food assault coming from the kitchen. He sidesteps toward the soda station and gets a hand full of ketchup packets. The man then sprints back over toward his trash can for cover. He rolls a few packets up tight, then peaks over trying to take aim. He then launches a packet and catches the old lady right in the air. The packets explodes and she screams before hitting the ground.
"It burns!!!"
Lively smiles, as he rolls another packet ready to strike again.
"Thats right granny, took your dusty ass out with one shot, teach you to respect the King."
Lively then shields himself, stands upright, and launches another packet. It blasts the younger kid who started the revolution right in between the eyes. Lively cheers with excitement and pride as he just landed another serious shot. Just then, the JESUS feels a tap on his shoulder. He gulps slowly and turns around feeling as if he had been one up'd. As he spins around slowly his eyes catch a glimpse of a brown plastic beard, and a pair of gloves holding a restaurant chair that soon slams into the head of the JESUS. Lively's vision goes black.
Suddenly his eyes open, and the man panics. He leaps into the air tackling the first person in his sight. He begin pelt them with fists as he then is calmed by the familiar screams of his mother. He looks down and realizes he has just assaulted his mother once again. The mans feels peace and stands up looking around. Ms. Lively stands up looking all flapped up from the instant beating she just received.
"What happened in your dream to send you into such a frenzy"
The JESUS takes a deep breath, then has a seat back on the couch in the locker room. He looks toward his mother almost as if feeling like a son ready to pour out his emotions for a little comfort from his mother. A twinkle in her eye gives Lively the impression that she is all ears.
"Well it was an awful dream mother. I was down on my luck, and went into Burger King to grab a bite to eat."
"Oh goodness, thats is down on your luck. What had you so down and out?"
"Well I had just lost to Jeff at Shockwave, and I had to face the reality that I didn't have a contract with APW. I was faced with the harsh truth that Jeff was right, I don't want to wrestle anywhere else, and if I do my heart won't be in it. So I got the urge to go nuts and grab some Burger King. The girl behind the counter fucked up my order and gave me tomatoes."
"NOT TOMATOES"
Lively smiles as his mother seems to really be understanding what he was going through in his dream.
"Yeah, and when I tried to peacefully have her fix the order she sicked the Burger King on me."
"peacefully?"
"Alright it was justified the Burger King came to get some, and well I layed him out properly. Took his crown and became the new Burger King. I stood up to announce my Kingdom, and address my new loyal subjects."
Ms. Lively tries to keep a straight face as her son mutters out the words he had just become the new Burger King.
"Well it didn't take long for someone to challenge my new rule, and a revolt began. This idiots didn't realize the King they had in Michael Lively. So I took cover, and began to fight back. Just as I got the upper hand, I was ambushed by the Burger King."
Lively hangs his head.
"So thats where you flew off the couch and began pummeling me, trying to fight for your new Burger Kingdom, thats some what understandable"
Lively sits back on the couch and lets out a huge sigh.
"So whats the matter now, I mean it's just a dream"
"It's not just a dream. Maybe subconsciously I feel I can't beat Jeff. Maybe deep down I'm feeling that I am destined to be a washed up old wrestler working at Burger King, Maybe deep down inside thats what I want, to run a Burger King. Maybe flipping patties and deep frying potatoes is the new life for me. Maybe this whole wrestling things is over. I'm not sure mother maybe I just need to listen to my feelings, my inner thoughts."
Ms. Lively looks at her son, and then bursts into laughter. She stumbles around clutching her stomach as he chuckles hard at her sons comments. Michael looks at her in shock. He just poured out his heart, explained his dream and all she could do is laugh.
"You are being such a pussy..."
****CRACK****
The woman falls fault on her back as the JESUS stands there looking down at the damage his super kick had just done. The man cracks his neck to the left and then to the right. He kneels down, and whispers in his mothers ear.
"Just checking to make sure I'm still that same dirty asshole, apparently your still a brutal cunt so I guess we are even."
Lively then stands up, and straightens his shirt as he heads for the door. He flings it open and then violently slams it behind him.
"Pissing into a Hurricane"
A camera comes to life in what seems to be private jet. The smell of fresh tan leather fills the air of plane. A stewardess walks over with a small cocktail plate. Her voice breaks the silence in the air asking if she could fix her passenger a drink. The camera then zooms in on Michael Lively sitting rather comfortably in one of the over sized jet chairs. with a nod of his head he responds to the womans question.
"Yeah...a Crown and Coke to take the edge off."
The stewardess then smiles toward Lively as she heads over to the bar to get his drink. Now knowing that Michael Lively is on this private Jet one could also assume a few other things. The camera man wielding the video equipment is surely Chubs, and that Terri Lively is damn sure on a Greyhound bus heading across the United States Canada border. If she is lucky she might even make it to the arena before the show ends. The personal flight attendant makes her return and sets the White Lion's drink down on the table. This Jet is layed out so nice, there is no room for cramping. Wide open luxury, something Michael Lively could easily get used to. The camera then comes around the front of Lively as he takes a sip of his drink. Michael takes the cocktail napkin and pats the corners of his mouth dry, then looks up. His eyes aren't that of a man angered or ready to do battle to the death. No he seems calm cool and calculated, as if he has a game plan and it all seems to be unfolding nicely. Michael Lively sits up on the edge of the chair looking down at the tweed carpet lining the Jets floor.
"You know I'm going big. A private Jeff in my current financial state isn't a wise choice. My mother said I probably shouldn't spring for it, my accountant slash agent Aaron adamantly spoke against the idea. Now you are probably starring at me and thinking the same thing they were when I told them it was happening regardless. Oh, it's Michael Lively's last hoorah...his final splurge until he heads off to the fast food industry to take it by storm. When in fact that couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth. You see this Jet is a little slice of inspiration. A personal motivator if you will. This is one hell of a way to travel, and it comes with a price. A price that I used to be able to afford, that is until that faithful day. The day I set the wrestling world on it's side."
Lively reaches forward taking his drink in hand. He holds the glass up and sips just a bit of it into his mouth. He then leans back in the chair and turns his head toward the window looking out to the clouds.
"Look at that a crystal clear sky, yet from the sounds of your words Jeff you would think I'm flying straight into a storm. You have some serious hate pent up and this match should be a good release for that. Your little speech was moving, and so enlightening. You really put a few things in perspective. You gave us a nice little history lesson on your past dealing with Trevor. You hit a few things right on the head as if you have been a wood worker your whole life. Trevor saw me as a talent, and a money maker. He looked at his business venture and thought I would be his ticket to beating APW. Lets face it APW was strong viable company until the IWC sprang up. Things were dirty, but then again business is dirty. So Trevor fed my ego which wasn't hard to do, and I bought into it. The entire IWC began bashing you and APW as if it were the Monday night wars. What was I to do not participate, I joined in. Just like I did so many other various Gimmicks for APW. The Hired Gunz, that entire thing stunk to high heaven. Michael Lively as a baby face? It was a job Jeff, and my job was to be the best, bring the people who watch this sport to the IWC. Was it done with honor, when I left did I consider you? NO I worried primarily about myself, and let the devil if you will sit on my shoulder. He filled my head with promises and compliments. I was the Insane champion of IWC, and when the company was set to introduce it's very first world title ever...I was in the match. A cluster fuck match with a very clear list of participants, and Kenny was not on that list. The death of Kenny Lambardo was another joke that no one was buying. Creative had a meeting with the entire roster. It was no secret that Kenny Lamabrdo was going to Hurricane his way into the match at the last second. We were all told that who ever made it down to the very end of the cluster fuck was to job to Kenny. The man that was the first INSANE champion, the man that held the Suicidal championship, was also the man to be the first ever IWC world champion."
Lively then gulps the entire drink down as he then turns back to the camera. His eyes a little more intense now then they first were.
"Jeff you know me, and you know I don't like works. You know I'm a shooter, and if I'm going to loose it's going to be legit. So you know this didn't sit very well with me, but then again I guess it was Karma. So fast forward the Long Island screw job is history as if IWC and Trevor Blackwell. All his associates for all I know are possibly driving fork lifts, and waiting tables at Chilli's for all I know. What is very clear and very apparent to all is Michael Lively is far from over. I refuse to let my mistake cause me to roll over and die. I refuse to accept that I am no longer welcome in a company that I helped put on the map. You see Jeff I didn't do any of the stuff I did because I hate you, or I have ill will toward you. I did it because I was selfish, and motivated by my own ego. Thats exactly why I could swallow my pride to come back here, for my ego. I feeding this son of a bitch on the daily. I know that I can make history by becoming the first ever Grand Slam champion of APW. I'm not back to torture you, I'm not back so the fans can show their ultimate hate for me and the nightly, I'm back for me. I'm back so I can get my money, make the rest of my career what I WANT IT TO BE! Not have it in the hands of someone who just wants to please his childhood friend by putting him over to be the greatest there ever was. I beat Kenny Lambardo when I was no body and he was the BEST! Now I am supposed to lay down for him so he can be the man. I am supposed to step aside for his benefit. I don't lay down for anyone. If Kenny wanted that title he should have beaten me for it. At the end of the day I have no one to blame but myself. I sold out to IWC, and I sold out when I let the job get done."
Lively then motions to the stewardess for another drink.
"You know Level One wanted my title. He wanted to be the APW world heavyweight champion. He stepped up to me and took that title from me like a man. He didn't run to Jeff, or call for a meeting to plan out a finish. Level One went out there with the intent of walking out champion, and that son of a bitch beat me right in the middle of that ring. He proudly took that title that I desecrated and gave it a huge smooch. You know I think about that match a lot. I wonder if I didn't have secret motivations of leaving would I have fought harder? Would I have come out on top? No one knows, in fact I might have still lost the belt, but what I do know is I wouldn't have a second guess lying in the pit of my stomach. Shockwave Jeff means a lot to you. You get your chance to pay me back as you put it. At Shockwave I get a chance to right a bunch of wrong. I get a chance to put my mind at ease.I have a chance to answer the question I have if I am the best. Unfortunately for you Jeff, to accomplish this I must first get past you. This in itself is no easy task, now throw in the fry and anger you have built up for me and there will be next to no quiting for you. The only thing I have to work with is you making emotional mistakes. Those mistakes will have to be capitalized on. I will have to make you suffer. Beat you with in an inch of your life so I can get what I want. Jeff I will do what ever it takes to win, if I must hit you so hard that I bruise your sperm, so that when your children shoot out of their mothers vaginal cavity they enter the world with shattered teeth and two black eyes then thats what I will do so that I can be back in APW. If you shit blood for the next seven weeks because I jammed my foot so far up your ass it's not my fault, it's just business. I hope you remember that when your Kidney's are sore, and your urethra is tired of pissing out the stones I knocked loose, this was your choice. I knew this would be the only way back. My fall from grace is my own doing, and my climb back up starts with me shoving a fist down your throat, shitting on your memory, and pissing right into the face of A Hurricane. Jeff I want to to just remember your the one with the hate, I'm the one who just cared too much about themselves to consider you at all. At Shockwave though I will consider your feeling plenty. I will take special note to make sure you end up with an I.V. stuffed in your arm,a catheter jammed in your pee hole, and your have nothing but Jello for the next four weeks while they reconstruct your jaw. I have serious feeling that is possibly what it will take to put you down so that I can once again be in APW. So I can get a chance at the Xtreme title, so that Michael Lively.Level One the second coming can be brought to PPV. So that I can rest easy knowing that when I step through the curtain, to win the match is totally up to me, not up to someone else. If I lay it all on the line, leave everything behind, and it still wasn't god enough, then at least I had a fair chance. Shockwave Jeff, we will both have a fair crack. We will surely be just in whipping each others asses. I have a feeling it will be one for the record books, a match like no other, and people will be talking about it for years to come. Michael Lively versus Hurricane Jeff, a once in a life time opportunity on so many levels. You only chance to get some physical revenge. My only chance to get resigned, and the fans only chance to see a hall of famer, and the future of the business lock horns."
Lively then looks out to the window.
"It seems you were right Jeff. The clouds are getting dark, and the turbulence is picking up. I'd say the storm is a brewing, but like you said it's been building for a few months now. Maybe just maybe brighter days are in store for us all once this fucker finally touches and lets loose it's fury for all to witness and enjoy. I hope you brought an umbrella Jeff, because the JESUS just might unleash an act of God! on your ass at Shockwave."
"Number 291, number 291 your order is up"
The cashier of Burger King calls out as she sets the tray down on the counter. The woman then turn back to the line and begins taking another order. Just then the woman's face get slapped right into the cheek with a tomato. The juice from the vegetable slice splatters as it then slides down her face. The people in the line gasp in shock, as the woman rips her head sideways toward the direction of the assault. To her surprise, but not anyone who really knows the JESUS, her eyes take a gander upon Michael Lively with his chicken sandwich unwrapped on the tray. The man wearing a cardboard BK crown tilted sideways on his head, smirks with a look of pride as he knows that he surely got her attention.
"Didn't I ask for no tomato..."
The woman tries to speak but Lively just puts up his hand letting her know that any explanation will not suffice. The woman then grabs the order microphone, in fury from the tomato slapping.
"I need the KING PLEASE...we have a customer that wants it his way"
This announcement stops the JESUS dead in his tracks as it sparks his attention. He turns back toward the counter with the Chicken Sandwich in his hands, and takes a huge bite out of his lunch before gazing upon the Burger King himself. These two lock eyes, and the King interlocks his fingers outstretching his arms cracking his knuckles. The Burger King then leaps over the counter and takes an old school fighting Irish pose as if ready to throw down. Never backing down from a challenge the JESUS drops his tray the ground, takes another bite of his sandwich before tossing at the female cashier. Lively then wipes his arm across his mouth as the King of flame broiled beef motions for the Hottest Shit Going to bring his best.
The King looks toward Lively with his over sized plastic head then bitch slaps the JESUS right across the face. Lively snaps back with a red cheek and catches a jab slipped forward by the King. It smacks the JESUS right in the nose as the entire staff of the restaurant then begin cheering for their King. The patrons of the restaurant begin cheering for the mascot as well, as he connects another jab. The King then loops a right hook around as Lively ducks under. The JESUS then begins unloaded small punches in a flurry on the mid section of the King. Michael then leaps into the air connecting with a spinning Little Mac style uppercut. The big head of the King flops back and forth from the devastating blow just delivered by Lively. The King charges the White Lion and shoves him back first into the soda machine. With his gloved up hands the King grabs Lively's face and holds it under the soda dispenser.
"No, not Dr. Pepper...theres no coming back from the Dr."
The King then activates the lever sending a stream of the bubbly fluid into the eyes, nose and mouth of Lively. The JESUS begins spitting soda into the air gasping for air, and begging to get free from the apparent addiction soon to be forced upon him. Lively then sends a solid boot in between the Kings uprights which lets his royal death grip free from Lively as he drops to his knees. Lively then drives a nasty right hook into the side of the Kings head sending him toppling to the ground. Michael then turns toward the counter next to the soda machine and snags a hand full of straws. The crew members all scream in horror as the JESUS jams a fist full of slender things right up the rear end of the King. The JESUS getting full of himself like he usually does strikes his arrogant pose. The Burger King rises to his feet, and glares at Lively. The man simply dubbed as the savior of wrestling sees the anger coming from the King which is hard to spot because he always has the same expression, and grabs a food tray. Lively rings the head of the King a few times as he charges forward. The King staggers backward and launches a super kick right into the plastic chin of the King. The Burger Maestro flies through the air and lands squarely on his back.
Michael Lively walks over looking down at the beaten King. Michael reaches over and snags up the Kings crown.
"1,2, 3 I dub ME-self....the Burger King, and you just got it my way bitch!!!"
Lively then places the crown on his head, outstretches his arms and spins around like the Macho King would have to all his subjects.
"All hail thee new Burger King...the King of Burgers has a new face, and I am it."
The people and the staff inside the restaurant begin boo'ing the new King. Lively smirks as that is the reception he has always dreamed of, one full of hate and furious anger. The JESUS then takes a quick stride toward the counter, with a small hop plants his feet up on the counter top looking down to all his new subjects.
"Today is the dawn, the dawn of a new era. I stand here not only as your King of burgers, but as your JESUS, and savior of wrestling. Now I have come to save the fast food industry."
The staff look at each other in confusion, then one young kid hollers out toward his new ruler.
"Your saving the fast food industry because Jeff waxed your ass and you couldn't hack it anywhere else."
Lively then jumps down searching for the peasant that just lashed him with their tongue.
"Who dares speak to their King in such a manor?"
The staff all part ways pointing to a young man working the fry station.
"Bow to your King"
The kid chuckles at Lively as the timer goes off.
"Uh Oh, fries are ready."
The kid takes the basket of fries out from the boiling grease, then turns flipping them into the face of Michael Lively. The JESUS stagers back wards as his crown hits the floor. The mans face steams from the greasy fries as the kid then waffles the head of Lively with the pipping hot basket. Michael winces in pains as he drops to his knees.
"It's a revolt on the Kingdom"
The rest of the workers begin pelting the JESUS with various sandwich toppings. An older lady run up and begins shooting Lively with the Ketchup gun. The JESUS tries to stand and get slapped in the face with some flame broiled beef patty. He begins ducking and covering trying to find shelter and dives over the counter back out into the lobby. The man takes a deep breath trying to come up with a game plan.
"What the fuck...this is why I hate people. Stupid fucks don't know when they have a good thing. The JESUS...King of the Jews, Savior of APW, and now the King of Burgers...."
Lively then military rolls toward a trash can, and grabs a tray like a shield. He stands and begin blocking the food assault coming from the kitchen. He sidesteps toward the soda station and gets a hand full of ketchup packets. The man then sprints back over toward his trash can for cover. He rolls a few packets up tight, then peaks over trying to take aim. He then launches a packet and catches the old lady right in the air. The packets explodes and she screams before hitting the ground.
"It burns!!!"
Lively smiles, as he rolls another packet ready to strike again.
"Thats right granny, took your dusty ass out with one shot, teach you to respect the King."
Lively then shields himself, stands upright, and launches another packet. It blasts the younger kid who started the revolution right in between the eyes. Lively cheers with excitement and pride as he just landed another serious shot. Just then, the JESUS feels a tap on his shoulder. He gulps slowly and turns around feeling as if he had been one up'd. As he spins around slowly his eyes catch a glimpse of a brown plastic beard, and a pair of gloves holding a restaurant chair that soon slams into the head of the JESUS. Lively's vision goes black.
Suddenly his eyes open, and the man panics. He leaps into the air tackling the first person in his sight. He begin pelt them with fists as he then is calmed by the familiar screams of his mother. He looks down and realizes he has just assaulted his mother once again. The mans feels peace and stands up looking around. Ms. Lively stands up looking all flapped up from the instant beating she just received.
"What happened in your dream to send you into such a frenzy"
The JESUS takes a deep breath, then has a seat back on the couch in the locker room. He looks toward his mother almost as if feeling like a son ready to pour out his emotions for a little comfort from his mother. A twinkle in her eye gives Lively the impression that she is all ears.
"Well it was an awful dream mother. I was down on my luck, and went into Burger King to grab a bite to eat."
"Oh goodness, thats is down on your luck. What had you so down and out?"
"Well I had just lost to Jeff at Shockwave, and I had to face the reality that I didn't have a contract with APW. I was faced with the harsh truth that Jeff was right, I don't want to wrestle anywhere else, and if I do my heart won't be in it. So I got the urge to go nuts and grab some Burger King. The girl behind the counter fucked up my order and gave me tomatoes."
"NOT TOMATOES"
Lively smiles as his mother seems to really be understanding what he was going through in his dream.
"Yeah, and when I tried to peacefully have her fix the order she sicked the Burger King on me."
"peacefully?"
"Alright it was justified the Burger King came to get some, and well I layed him out properly. Took his crown and became the new Burger King. I stood up to announce my Kingdom, and address my new loyal subjects."
Ms. Lively tries to keep a straight face as her son mutters out the words he had just become the new Burger King.
"Well it didn't take long for someone to challenge my new rule, and a revolt began. This idiots didn't realize the King they had in Michael Lively. So I took cover, and began to fight back. Just as I got the upper hand, I was ambushed by the Burger King."
Lively hangs his head.
"So thats where you flew off the couch and began pummeling me, trying to fight for your new Burger Kingdom, thats some what understandable"
Lively sits back on the couch and lets out a huge sigh.
"So whats the matter now, I mean it's just a dream"
"It's not just a dream. Maybe subconsciously I feel I can't beat Jeff. Maybe deep down I'm feeling that I am destined to be a washed up old wrestler working at Burger King, Maybe deep down inside thats what I want, to run a Burger King. Maybe flipping patties and deep frying potatoes is the new life for me. Maybe this whole wrestling things is over. I'm not sure mother maybe I just need to listen to my feelings, my inner thoughts."
Ms. Lively looks at her son, and then bursts into laughter. She stumbles around clutching her stomach as he chuckles hard at her sons comments. Michael looks at her in shock. He just poured out his heart, explained his dream and all she could do is laugh.
"You are being such a pussy..."
****CRACK****
The woman falls fault on her back as the JESUS stands there looking down at the damage his super kick had just done. The man cracks his neck to the left and then to the right. He kneels down, and whispers in his mothers ear.
"Just checking to make sure I'm still that same dirty asshole, apparently your still a brutal cunt so I guess we are even."
Lively then stands up, and straightens his shirt as he heads for the door. He flings it open and then violently slams it behind him.
"Pissing into a Hurricane"
A camera comes to life in what seems to be private jet. The smell of fresh tan leather fills the air of plane. A stewardess walks over with a small cocktail plate. Her voice breaks the silence in the air asking if she could fix her passenger a drink. The camera then zooms in on Michael Lively sitting rather comfortably in one of the over sized jet chairs. with a nod of his head he responds to the womans question.
"Yeah...a Crown and Coke to take the edge off."
The stewardess then smiles toward Lively as she heads over to the bar to get his drink. Now knowing that Michael Lively is on this private Jet one could also assume a few other things. The camera man wielding the video equipment is surely Chubs, and that Terri Lively is damn sure on a Greyhound bus heading across the United States Canada border. If she is lucky she might even make it to the arena before the show ends. The personal flight attendant makes her return and sets the White Lion's drink down on the table. This Jet is layed out so nice, there is no room for cramping. Wide open luxury, something Michael Lively could easily get used to. The camera then comes around the front of Lively as he takes a sip of his drink. Michael takes the cocktail napkin and pats the corners of his mouth dry, then looks up. His eyes aren't that of a man angered or ready to do battle to the death. No he seems calm cool and calculated, as if he has a game plan and it all seems to be unfolding nicely. Michael Lively sits up on the edge of the chair looking down at the tweed carpet lining the Jets floor.
"You know I'm going big. A private Jeff in my current financial state isn't a wise choice. My mother said I probably shouldn't spring for it, my accountant slash agent Aaron adamantly spoke against the idea. Now you are probably starring at me and thinking the same thing they were when I told them it was happening regardless. Oh, it's Michael Lively's last hoorah...his final splurge until he heads off to the fast food industry to take it by storm. When in fact that couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth. You see this Jet is a little slice of inspiration. A personal motivator if you will. This is one hell of a way to travel, and it comes with a price. A price that I used to be able to afford, that is until that faithful day. The day I set the wrestling world on it's side."
Lively reaches forward taking his drink in hand. He holds the glass up and sips just a bit of it into his mouth. He then leans back in the chair and turns his head toward the window looking out to the clouds.
"Look at that a crystal clear sky, yet from the sounds of your words Jeff you would think I'm flying straight into a storm. You have some serious hate pent up and this match should be a good release for that. Your little speech was moving, and so enlightening. You really put a few things in perspective. You gave us a nice little history lesson on your past dealing with Trevor. You hit a few things right on the head as if you have been a wood worker your whole life. Trevor saw me as a talent, and a money maker. He looked at his business venture and thought I would be his ticket to beating APW. Lets face it APW was strong viable company until the IWC sprang up. Things were dirty, but then again business is dirty. So Trevor fed my ego which wasn't hard to do, and I bought into it. The entire IWC began bashing you and APW as if it were the Monday night wars. What was I to do not participate, I joined in. Just like I did so many other various Gimmicks for APW. The Hired Gunz, that entire thing stunk to high heaven. Michael Lively as a baby face? It was a job Jeff, and my job was to be the best, bring the people who watch this sport to the IWC. Was it done with honor, when I left did I consider you? NO I worried primarily about myself, and let the devil if you will sit on my shoulder. He filled my head with promises and compliments. I was the Insane champion of IWC, and when the company was set to introduce it's very first world title ever...I was in the match. A cluster fuck match with a very clear list of participants, and Kenny was not on that list. The death of Kenny Lambardo was another joke that no one was buying. Creative had a meeting with the entire roster. It was no secret that Kenny Lamabrdo was going to Hurricane his way into the match at the last second. We were all told that who ever made it down to the very end of the cluster fuck was to job to Kenny. The man that was the first INSANE champion, the man that held the Suicidal championship, was also the man to be the first ever IWC world champion."
Lively then gulps the entire drink down as he then turns back to the camera. His eyes a little more intense now then they first were.
"Jeff you know me, and you know I don't like works. You know I'm a shooter, and if I'm going to loose it's going to be legit. So you know this didn't sit very well with me, but then again I guess it was Karma. So fast forward the Long Island screw job is history as if IWC and Trevor Blackwell. All his associates for all I know are possibly driving fork lifts, and waiting tables at Chilli's for all I know. What is very clear and very apparent to all is Michael Lively is far from over. I refuse to let my mistake cause me to roll over and die. I refuse to accept that I am no longer welcome in a company that I helped put on the map. You see Jeff I didn't do any of the stuff I did because I hate you, or I have ill will toward you. I did it because I was selfish, and motivated by my own ego. Thats exactly why I could swallow my pride to come back here, for my ego. I feeding this son of a bitch on the daily. I know that I can make history by becoming the first ever Grand Slam champion of APW. I'm not back to torture you, I'm not back so the fans can show their ultimate hate for me and the nightly, I'm back for me. I'm back so I can get my money, make the rest of my career what I WANT IT TO BE! Not have it in the hands of someone who just wants to please his childhood friend by putting him over to be the greatest there ever was. I beat Kenny Lambardo when I was no body and he was the BEST! Now I am supposed to lay down for him so he can be the man. I am supposed to step aside for his benefit. I don't lay down for anyone. If Kenny wanted that title he should have beaten me for it. At the end of the day I have no one to blame but myself. I sold out to IWC, and I sold out when I let the job get done."
Lively then motions to the stewardess for another drink.
"You know Level One wanted my title. He wanted to be the APW world heavyweight champion. He stepped up to me and took that title from me like a man. He didn't run to Jeff, or call for a meeting to plan out a finish. Level One went out there with the intent of walking out champion, and that son of a bitch beat me right in the middle of that ring. He proudly took that title that I desecrated and gave it a huge smooch. You know I think about that match a lot. I wonder if I didn't have secret motivations of leaving would I have fought harder? Would I have come out on top? No one knows, in fact I might have still lost the belt, but what I do know is I wouldn't have a second guess lying in the pit of my stomach. Shockwave Jeff means a lot to you. You get your chance to pay me back as you put it. At Shockwave I get a chance to right a bunch of wrong. I get a chance to put my mind at ease.I have a chance to answer the question I have if I am the best. Unfortunately for you Jeff, to accomplish this I must first get past you. This in itself is no easy task, now throw in the fry and anger you have built up for me and there will be next to no quiting for you. The only thing I have to work with is you making emotional mistakes. Those mistakes will have to be capitalized on. I will have to make you suffer. Beat you with in an inch of your life so I can get what I want. Jeff I will do what ever it takes to win, if I must hit you so hard that I bruise your sperm, so that when your children shoot out of their mothers vaginal cavity they enter the world with shattered teeth and two black eyes then thats what I will do so that I can be back in APW. If you shit blood for the next seven weeks because I jammed my foot so far up your ass it's not my fault, it's just business. I hope you remember that when your Kidney's are sore, and your urethra is tired of pissing out the stones I knocked loose, this was your choice. I knew this would be the only way back. My fall from grace is my own doing, and my climb back up starts with me shoving a fist down your throat, shitting on your memory, and pissing right into the face of A Hurricane. Jeff I want to to just remember your the one with the hate, I'm the one who just cared too much about themselves to consider you at all. At Shockwave though I will consider your feeling plenty. I will take special note to make sure you end up with an I.V. stuffed in your arm,a catheter jammed in your pee hole, and your have nothing but Jello for the next four weeks while they reconstruct your jaw. I have serious feeling that is possibly what it will take to put you down so that I can once again be in APW. So I can get a chance at the Xtreme title, so that Michael Lively.Level One the second coming can be brought to PPV. So that I can rest easy knowing that when I step through the curtain, to win the match is totally up to me, not up to someone else. If I lay it all on the line, leave everything behind, and it still wasn't god enough, then at least I had a fair chance. Shockwave Jeff, we will both have a fair crack. We will surely be just in whipping each others asses. I have a feeling it will be one for the record books, a match like no other, and people will be talking about it for years to come. Michael Lively versus Hurricane Jeff, a once in a life time opportunity on so many levels. You only chance to get some physical revenge. My only chance to get resigned, and the fans only chance to see a hall of famer, and the future of the business lock horns."
Lively then looks out to the window.
"It seems you were right Jeff. The clouds are getting dark, and the turbulence is picking up. I'd say the storm is a brewing, but like you said it's been building for a few months now. Maybe just maybe brighter days are in store for us all once this fucker finally touches and lets loose it's fury for all to witness and enjoy. I hope you brought an umbrella Jeff, because the JESUS just might unleash an act of God! on your ass at Shockwave."
