Make a Wish!!!

["The Hottest Shit Going"]

In a house in a nice suburban neighborhood is the house of little Timmy Turner. Timmy is a young man that has been diagnosed with terminal cancer, and is enrolled in the make a wish foundation. This young man is an extreme wrestling fan, and looks to the sport to loose himself, and forget about the limited number of days left on this wonderful planet. Timmy's parents put their young son's name on the list in hopes that he may someday meet a wrestler, even maybe the likes of Hulk Hogan, or a legends like Hurricane Jeff, Dr. Matt, Trevor Blackwell, Kaos, Pitbull 1 or 2 maybe, but none other then the JESUS Michael Lively has been chosen for this wish come true. Lively sits in the back of a cab next his mother. The cab pulls up and stops in front of the quaint little house of the Turner family.

White Lion: You have got to be kidding me, this fucking shithole, I'm not going....fuck this....How can JESUS subject himself to this madness, lower class bullshit.

Ms. Lively: Now Michael it's all part of the contract, you have to honor your commitments.

Cab Driver: Alright that will be $77.45.

White Lion: Are you fucking serious, you are charging the JESUS for this ride, hell you privileged, ungreatfull mother fucker, do you not recognize the royalty that is Michael Lively.

Cab Driver: Nope....pay up.

White Lion: Bitch.....pay this fucking low life, the JESUS is too important for this menial duty.

Ms. Lively hands the man cash, and then the two exit the cab. The yellow mode of transportation speeds of, Michael Lively pulls the hood from his shirt over his head as he waits by the curb. Ms. Lively sets up a PVC pipe combination fame with a curtain attached. Then the vivascious Ms. Lively walks up to the door of the home, sets a boom box down, and knocks. Noise can be heard from inside the home, as a woman answers the door.

Mrs. Turner: Can I help you (looking rather confused by rather sluty dressed Ms. Lively, and the makes shift curtain at the edge of her walkway.

Ms. Lively: Is your husband home, I like to touch his cock....

Mrs. Turner: EXCUSE ME, I have never....

Ms. Lively: I bet you haven't, Oh I'm just kidding, I'm Ms. Lively from Action Packed Wrestling and the make a wish foundation sent me here with a surprise for your son Timmy.

Mrs. Turner: Oh my goodness he is going to die let me get him.

Ms. Lively: (mumbling under her breath) Yep thats why we are here.

After a few moments Mr. Turner comes running out followed by his critically ill son. Mr. Turner's jaw drops as he feasts his eyes on the stunning Ms. Lively. Timmy Turner comes out sees the cougar, and lights up.

Timmy Turner: Oh my gosh it's Ms. Lively.....Dad she's from the Church of Kaos....is Kenny Lambardo here to fulfill my wish?

Ms. Lively: Nope...even better.

Timmy Turner: There is no one more hated right now then Kaos, and Spirit Tara Jacobs, and Dianna Steele are flipping are going to loose in the TLC match too, I love APW.

Ms. Lively: So you are familiar with the CoK?

Mrs. Turner: OH MY HEAVENS....

Timmy Turner: Mom...it's the Church Of Kaos, CoK you silly, I'm so excited, is it Justin Job I love Justin Job.

Ms. Lively: Nope, not Justin Job.

Timmy Turner: Is it.....The Hardcore Kid, or maybe Trevor Blackwell, theres a rumor on the internet about you having a secret crush on him.

Ms. Lively: (Blushing) No it's none of them, here we go Timmy.

Ms. Lively hits play on the cd boombox, and Eat You Alive hits. The mood on the boy's face sourly changes rapidly as he realizes that his make a wish is Michael Lively. The White Lion rips the curtain down and strikes a I'm JESUS pose, then walks the path up to the house very arrogantly.

Timmy Turner: Oh man (With a disappointing sound)....Not The White Lion.

Mrs. Turner: White Lion....this APW is god awful, first the sexual references, and now it sounds as if the sent a Grand Dragon apprentice from the KKK.

Mr. Turner: It's Timmy's wish, let him have it (As he quickly welcomes Ms. Lively in the house)

The group walks in the home as a snobbish Michael Lively takes off his sunglasses, and places them on the back of his head. He looks around at the family photos, as Timmy Turner tugs on the Lions shirt.

Timmy Turner: Your not my favorite wrestler.

White Lion: And you aren't my favorite cancer infested child...but I'm here anyway so what the fuck does a sickly pest like yourself do for fun around this house?

Timmy Turner: Well I have the first copy of the new APW New Years Retribution 2008 video game on the Play station, it doesn't even hit the stores till Thanksgiving, but since I'm sick I get all sorts of neat stuff. Do you want to play.... I'm the best.

White Lion: It sound to me like your are challenging the JESUS, so your on.

The two walk to Timmy's room where the walls are covered with posters from APW superstars, and one rather large one of Justin Job. His bed is covered with the APW superstar bed set, and a Justin Job stuffed wrestling buddy The two sit down as the boy hands Michael Lively a controller, and turns on the game. The start screen pops up the boy toggles through, and gets them to the wrestler selection screen.

Timmy Turner: I'm Justin Job, the Overdrive champion, he's my favorite and he is so going to beat you.

White Lion: Well then...I of course am the JESUS.

Timmy Turner: Sweet it's the match from Mayhem, for the Overedrive title, your going down Lion.

The Lion shakes his head in disgust from the childs serious excitement. The bells rings and the two begins rapidly pressing button on their controllers the maneuver their onscreen wrestlers. Timmy Turner begins working over the Lion, and the JESUS's looks like he's ready to loose control of his temper, when he quickly mounts a video game comeback. The video game White Lion superkicks the game version of Justin Job. Michael then hits the sequence of buttons the preforms the Prelude finisher, and then pins Timmy's character. 1...2......3..... ding, ding,ding....then a video game version of Tony Ferrari comes on screen "Your winner the White Lion Michael Lively"

White Lion: Thats right bitch.....you little ass can't handle me kid, I am the JESUS.....you can never get over on the JESUS...the puny lil fucker....HA....I beat ya.

Timmy Turner: Thats not nice to rub it in (With tears in his eyes)

White Lion: What....awhhh don't cry, hey it's just a fact of life, I am that damn good, I am the JESUS, and the words Tony Ferrari uttered in that game will be repeated live at Mayhem when I splatter Justin Jobs brains all over the mat and rob him of that title, man I'm fucking hungry, what do you fucking people got to eat around this joint?

The two walk out to the kitchen. As Timmy enters the kitchen and his mother notices the frown on little Timmy's face.

Mrs. Turner: Whats the matter baby, are you not feeling well.

White Lion: Oh he's fine we just need some nourishment, so what'cha got to grub on here lady?

Mrs. Turner: Well I have pizza rolls, and....

White Lion: Say no more, pizza rolls....ah a feast for a king, nothing would satisfy the pallet of the JESUS more then a hot plate of pizza rolls, pepperoni of course?

Mrs. Turner: Yes we have pepperoni, is that alright with you Timmy?

White Lion: Hey! .... Of course it's alright with him, are you questioning the JESUS lady, shut up and make the fucking snacks will ya.

Mrs. Lively pulls the bag out of the freezer, pours the frozen tasty snack onto a plate, and plops them into the microwave. Livelys opens the fridge and pulls out a juice box. He unwraps the straw and plunges it into the box. As Michael sits down at the breakfast bar next Timmy Turner, the microwave finishes and the aroma of pizza rolls fill the air, the cancer riddles child and the talented wrestler both smile for the goodness that is coming their way. Mrs. Turner sets the plate in front of them. The golden brown flaky outer rolls steam as some have burst open on the sides, and little drops of gooey cheese ooze out. Lively inhales a huge wiff of the fantastic smell, then reaches toward the plate, snatches up a roll plops it into his mouth. His jaw closes down on the roll, and out shoots the scalding filling, scorching everything it touches, his tongue, the roof of his mouth, his cheeks.

White Lion: OUHHH, Ilt's buwrin' mah mowth....hot...hot....

The Lion then spits the flaming hot ball of steam onto Mrs. Turner's blouse. A look of complete disgust and disrespect comes over her face.

White Lion: How dare you serve the JESUS without properly cooling down my food, women are the root of all evil, what was GOD thinking when he stole that rib from Adam, for fucks sake..

Mrs. Turner: You know I have had enough, your foul mouth, your disrespect, frankly you are the rudest asshole I have ever met. Timmy said you are facing a man named Justin Job, well for the worlds sake I hope he teaches you some manors, and some humility. Because if you were my child......

The Lion the jumps over the breakfast bar into the womens face. Mr. Turner calls from the den "is everything ok?:", and Michael covers the womens mouth and replies "Oh yeah sir we are just peachy". The Lion looks deeply into the eyes of Mrs. Turner, and whispers into her ear.
White Lion: You know I accepted the fact that you blatantly don't respect your JESUS, I took your dirty looks and snobbish attitude, hell I even tried to handle your awful cooking, but the JESUS will not tolerate the praying for his downfall.

He shoves the women back against the counter, then whips a nice superkicks into her face lifting her airborne onto the counter. Timmy Turner screams for his mother as the Lion has just assaulted her.

White Lion: No sir little man you do not shun your JESUS.

Mr. Turner comes running into the room to see his wife unconscious on the counter.

Mr. Turner: What the hell happened?

Timmy Turner: Dad he superkicked her!

Mr. Turner: You son of a bitch.

He charges the Lion, and is met by a spear from Michael Lively which takes the man out of his shoes. Laying there in his socks gasping for air to return to his chest cavity, the Lion stands over him.

White Lion: It's Son of a God...yep....the JESUS, and now you pay for the sins of your wife.

Lively drags him to his feet by his hair, stuffs his head between his legs. Lively then wraps his hands around the mans waist, flips forward coming all the way around crashing Mr. Turners head to the carpet with a flipping pile driver. Lively then stands to see the young boy crying, he walks over to the boy, wipes the tears from his cheek, places a hand on his forehead. Michael holds it there for a second with his eyes closed in deep concentration. He then releases it.

White Lion: There the JESUS has healed you...

Timmy Turner: Really you cured my cancer???

White Lion: No I cured you from being a pussy, get some new role models, Justin Job is bitch, and your parents have just paid for trying to infect the world with another pussy, so wise up little man, the second coming of Christ is up on us, and you had better respect the JESUS.

Lively then puts his glasses on covering his evil eyes.

White Lion: Mom lets go.

Ms. Lively: (running out from the den) Wow they have a lovely home.

White Lion: Awh.....it's breeding ground for pussies



The scene goes dark and then reopens with a public service announcement. Michael Lively and his mother are seated in chairs.

White Lion: The state of America is in a desperate state, the overall puss-ification of the Untied States is running wild, such places like Canada have already been over run by this epidemic. Now the battle is in our own country, and we as American have to something fast before we loose our precious country. You see what you witnessed earlier was a breeding ground for this very virus. If you let your young boys idolize people like Justin Job, their privates will surely shrivel up and tuck inside, inverting the parts that make you a man into a vagina. Thats right men, your young boys dicks will literally split down the middle roll inside and become a slit, or gash of sorts.
Ms. Lively: We have to stop the puss-ification of our homes.

White Lion: Shut the fuck up, this is my time to talk....For those of you that are easily offended, or are disgusted by the words of wisdom I bring you, then grab you cocks, hold them tight for the process has already begun. The only cure comes this Sunday, when I smash Justin Job to end the puss-ification subliminal messaging that he sends out, and reclaim the planet for all the real, rugged men. The sensitivity will come to an end, worry about someone's feelings being destroyed over, a comment can longer literally rip someone in half, the puss syndrom if you will, has met it's match. So join with me this Sunday for APW's Mayhem PPV, in the fight against dripping snatches. Thank you for your time, I'm Michael Lively your next APW Overdrive Champion and resident JESUS.

He stands in the view of the camera signaling his hands by his waist like the strap is coming home with him, and then strikes the I am JESUS pose, then grabs the camera holds it close so, and sends a message directly to Justin Job, on the Level....if you will.

White Lion: You have done a fair amount of winning here in the APW, and hold the title that I am coming for. We will indeed do work in the middle of that ring, but it will be you who goes on the JOB this Sunday. You reign is coming to a close....you and your friend Gilbert can go back to watching Scooby Doo cartoons, and crunching Cheeto's, cause it's over. In other feds you may have lived in the Shadows of others, but here you found a Level of success, but I am sorry to inform you Justin, the taxes of your success were unpaid and I'm the IRS coming to shut you down. Your mortgage payment to the bank has bounced and the JESUS is foreclosing, and the complete fraud that you are a champion has run it's course, the charges have been filled, and we the people have found you guilty. At Mayhem the KaotiK Judge has ruled his case, the Jury has spoken, and the JESUS is coming to execute, live in front of thousands of screaming Job Squad fans Justin pays for his sins on this business, and the second coming of Christ steps up to his throne, at the right hand of the father, as the NEW overdrive Champion, and that my friends is Church!

Lively then slams the camera down and all that is left on scene is static.