Post by Your JESUS on Jun 27, 2008 16:11:57 GMT -4
Once again Sabur sits in his locker room accompained by his trusty Lil Dick. A man that has never let him down, and man that never brought him mis truth, or misguidance, or sat upon the shoulders of the Irish Hammer holding him down. No the thing the two of them shared was friendship, and the Littlesy of Dick's offered a unconditional friendship. Now it seems the big man, the man beast, Sabur has realized that fact as well. Sabur and his Lil Dick are sitting enjoying a prematch peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a glass of milk, cause it does the body good.
Sabur: I'm thrilled, and almost looking past this match with Razor, and into my glory, the rise of the Irish Hammer. The pursuit of my legacy begins next week, after this bitch gets dealt with.
Lil Dick: You can't under estimate Razor...he's not the Bad Guy for no reason.
Sabur: He's the Bad Guy for just that...he fucking sucks...his A game, can't stand a chance against my D game, but unfourtenately for him, I'm primed and ready to go. He's facing the beast, and fealing the power. Hell I'm not sure this fucking guy may even show up for the match, and if thats the case. I'm going to get me a ref, a cameraman, and heading backstage looking for this son of a bitch.
Lil Dick: What...Why would you seek him out?
Sabur: I can't move forward till I burry this fucking guy, end this misery, he represents the shit of the industry, and I just can't move forward untill, I kick his teeth down his scruffy throat. I spill those chicklet teeth all over the floor, and bleed his body dry. Crush his bones to dust, and tear his joints in two.
Lil Dick: A little harshness hunh..kind of miss the fun loving Sabur.
Sabur: Oh don't get me wrong, I just ordered us a Nintendo WII, for backstage relaxation,I mean I got Mario Kart, deep sea fishing,Mario Party 8, Metroid Prime, Sonic Mario Olypics, Bash Bros Brawl, Excite Truck...
Lil Dick: No APW Mayhem with online capabilities?
Sabur: No...thought that was a little arrogant, and hell we live the real thing, so fuck a game, anyway's it won't be here till next week, so untill then, it's death to Razor.
Sabur looks at Lil Dick, and then grabs the carton of milk, tries to fill his glass, yet not a drop falls from the carton. Sabur with a slight roid rage crushes the carton, and then slams it down violently.
Sabur: ARGGHHH the fucking milk.
Lil Dick: Go easy...they got more at craft services...I mean full catering, one of the perks...just go get some more.
Sabur the stands taking a few deep breaths to calm the beating of his raging heart. Sabur opens the door of his locker room, and then heads out in search for some milk. Sabur walks by the hairdresser station where a bikini clad Fyre Angel sits getting her hair done. Sabur whistles at the Angel, and the bumbs into the wall from starring at the hottest female in the APW.
Fyre Angel: You alright big man
Sabur: Yeah...just getting some milk...
Looking at the chest of the seductive Fyre Angel. She then whistles at the Human Wrecking machine, and Sabur's eyes then divert from chest level instantly to eye level.
Fyre Angel: Up here man cow...you better watch out Razor Ryan is on the hunt, word is he's hot, and looking to get at you.
Sabur: Well..sweetness...no mullet cut, five o clock shadow, washed up wrestler is going to get the best of this man beast.
"CRACK"
Sabur goes flying forward knocking Fyre Angel out of her chair. She lets out a scream like a women would in that type of situation, two stiff boots then rain down on the side of Sabur's face. Sabur looks up, at the figure of what seems to be Razor Ryan. Sabur tries to get up, and is let to rise to his feet, but then nailed with a roundhouse right hand loaded with brass knuckles. Sabur falls flat on his back, his eyes blinking, and no sound running through his head. The it returns, the clearness of reality, the cobwebs are cleared for a second. Sabur stands, and makes it to his feet, still dazed, and not able to get his thoughts. Razor Ryan grabs a chair, and rains it across the head of Sabur. The chair dents, and the feet of the Irish Hammer are wobbled. Another swing, and down to one knee drops Sabur as the chair in Ryan's hand dents over the skull of Sabur. Razor Ryan then slams the chair down, reaches in his back pocket, yanks out a lead pipe. Loads it up like Frank Thomas ready to smash a baseball in the Homerun derby. Ryan plant a viscous hit across the skull of Sabur, and the lifeless body of Sabur comes crashing to the cement. Razor grabs his toothpick, bends down, flicks it in the face of Sabur, and whispers "Now say hello to the Bad Guy...bitch" Razor throws the pipe down, and the loud rings sound of the pipe clattering on the floor can be heard as the footsteps of Razor walking off echoe through the far away mind of Sabur who is down and out.
A while later, Lil Dick exits the locker room distraught from the fact that Sabur hasn't returned from his quest to gain some milk. The cold, creaminess of the dairy product temps the souls of many men, and women, a true gift from the heavens. Lil Dick begins looking around, and comes to the sports traininer medical room. There his friend Sabur layed out on the table, getting stitched up, his head split from the attack of Razor Ryan, face bruised from the overlapping assault of chair shots. Lil Dick runs in the room, shaken, and shocked from the sight of the injured Sabur. Lil Dick grabs the hand of his large friend, Sabur who has been motionless, then grasps the hand of Lil Dick. The right eye of Sabur twitches, and the heart beat grows, and almost can be heard audibly from the chest of the Irish Hammer. Lil Dick stands there worried about the fate of Sabur.
Sabur: I'm thrilled, and almost looking past this match with Razor, and into my glory, the rise of the Irish Hammer. The pursuit of my legacy begins next week, after this bitch gets dealt with.
Lil Dick: You can't under estimate Razor...he's not the Bad Guy for no reason.
Sabur: He's the Bad Guy for just that...he fucking sucks...his A game, can't stand a chance against my D game, but unfourtenately for him, I'm primed and ready to go. He's facing the beast, and fealing the power. Hell I'm not sure this fucking guy may even show up for the match, and if thats the case. I'm going to get me a ref, a cameraman, and heading backstage looking for this son of a bitch.
Lil Dick: What...Why would you seek him out?
Sabur: I can't move forward till I burry this fucking guy, end this misery, he represents the shit of the industry, and I just can't move forward untill, I kick his teeth down his scruffy throat. I spill those chicklet teeth all over the floor, and bleed his body dry. Crush his bones to dust, and tear his joints in two.
Lil Dick: A little harshness hunh..kind of miss the fun loving Sabur.
Sabur: Oh don't get me wrong, I just ordered us a Nintendo WII, for backstage relaxation,I mean I got Mario Kart, deep sea fishing,Mario Party 8, Metroid Prime, Sonic Mario Olypics, Bash Bros Brawl, Excite Truck...
Lil Dick: No APW Mayhem with online capabilities?
Sabur: No...thought that was a little arrogant, and hell we live the real thing, so fuck a game, anyway's it won't be here till next week, so untill then, it's death to Razor.
Sabur looks at Lil Dick, and then grabs the carton of milk, tries to fill his glass, yet not a drop falls from the carton. Sabur with a slight roid rage crushes the carton, and then slams it down violently.
Sabur: ARGGHHH the fucking milk.
Lil Dick: Go easy...they got more at craft services...I mean full catering, one of the perks...just go get some more.
Sabur the stands taking a few deep breaths to calm the beating of his raging heart. Sabur opens the door of his locker room, and then heads out in search for some milk. Sabur walks by the hairdresser station where a bikini clad Fyre Angel sits getting her hair done. Sabur whistles at the Angel, and the bumbs into the wall from starring at the hottest female in the APW.
Fyre Angel: You alright big man
Sabur: Yeah...just getting some milk...
Looking at the chest of the seductive Fyre Angel. She then whistles at the Human Wrecking machine, and Sabur's eyes then divert from chest level instantly to eye level.
Fyre Angel: Up here man cow...you better watch out Razor Ryan is on the hunt, word is he's hot, and looking to get at you.
Sabur: Well..sweetness...no mullet cut, five o clock shadow, washed up wrestler is going to get the best of this man beast.
"CRACK"
Sabur goes flying forward knocking Fyre Angel out of her chair. She lets out a scream like a women would in that type of situation, two stiff boots then rain down on the side of Sabur's face. Sabur looks up, at the figure of what seems to be Razor Ryan. Sabur tries to get up, and is let to rise to his feet, but then nailed with a roundhouse right hand loaded with brass knuckles. Sabur falls flat on his back, his eyes blinking, and no sound running through his head. The it returns, the clearness of reality, the cobwebs are cleared for a second. Sabur stands, and makes it to his feet, still dazed, and not able to get his thoughts. Razor Ryan grabs a chair, and rains it across the head of Sabur. The chair dents, and the feet of the Irish Hammer are wobbled. Another swing, and down to one knee drops Sabur as the chair in Ryan's hand dents over the skull of Sabur. Razor Ryan then slams the chair down, reaches in his back pocket, yanks out a lead pipe. Loads it up like Frank Thomas ready to smash a baseball in the Homerun derby. Ryan plant a viscous hit across the skull of Sabur, and the lifeless body of Sabur comes crashing to the cement. Razor grabs his toothpick, bends down, flicks it in the face of Sabur, and whispers "Now say hello to the Bad Guy...bitch" Razor throws the pipe down, and the loud rings sound of the pipe clattering on the floor can be heard as the footsteps of Razor walking off echoe through the far away mind of Sabur who is down and out.
A while later, Lil Dick exits the locker room distraught from the fact that Sabur hasn't returned from his quest to gain some milk. The cold, creaminess of the dairy product temps the souls of many men, and women, a true gift from the heavens. Lil Dick begins looking around, and comes to the sports traininer medical room. There his friend Sabur layed out on the table, getting stitched up, his head split from the attack of Razor Ryan, face bruised from the overlapping assault of chair shots. Lil Dick runs in the room, shaken, and shocked from the sight of the injured Sabur. Lil Dick grabs the hand of his large friend, Sabur who has been motionless, then grasps the hand of Lil Dick. The right eye of Sabur twitches, and the heart beat grows, and almost can be heard audibly from the chest of the Irish Hammer. Lil Dick stands there worried about the fate of Sabur.
