Post by Your JESUS on Jul 24, 2008 11:03:21 GMT -4
Sitting in the top of the world restaurant in the Stratosphere tower, Sabur and Lil Dick are seated at a table finishing a meal. The sun is setting, and the entire floor around the edges of the restaurant spin slowly giving all birdseye view of Vegas from literally the top of the world.
Sabur: Man it's great to be home, it's going to be even better to preform at home, hell to top that it'll be great to walk in the MGM Grand Garden Arena, and pick up the tag titles.
Lil Dick: No nerves hunh?
Sabur: Not really man for the first time in my career I'm comfortable. Comfortable with the way things are layed out, the direction things are heading, my part in it all, and with a partner I can count on to damage as much bodily pain upon an individual as me. Dick this past month has been a real eye opener. This place has gone through some changes, some good, some bad, in all APW is still the number one gig in town. Two days from now, I'm going to be one half of the tag team champions of a brand that is the best in the business.
Sabur then whips his mouth with a napkin, throws two hundred and sixty dollars down on the table for a bill that was one hundred and eighty. The two stand and head for the exit of the restaurant. As Sabur and his Lil Dick walk toward the elevator it's doors open and there he was, the thorn in the side of many APW superstars, the man with the questions, always followed by a cameraman, Phil.
Phil: Sabur....so the moment is almost here....(cut off by the Irish Hammer)
Sabur: Yeah, yeah Phil...the moment is here, and you track me down to none other then the Top of the World. Fitting isn't it Phil, I'm almost at the top of the world professionally. So it's me and Tony against the team of THK. The Hardcore Kid...frankly Phil I'm proud of this bland boring star of APW. I have talked much shit about him over the course of time, but this lucky son of a bitch seems to just shove it up my ass. Well this asshole is closed Kid, and it's time I repay you, starting with this boot. You see this is it Kid, the time has come, your facing the more dangerous, the more hungry, focused Sabur, and I actually have a partner this time. Royce and the Kid, right know I could run down your pathetic runs here in APW, I could trash your record, but simply put you two did something no one else here has done, and will never be able to again...beat "That Team". For that you can not be underestimated, but in that same token do not underestimate me and Tony. This title match will not go down like my others, no sir, I'm my home town I walk out the winner...
Phil: Well Sabur The Kid is from Vegas too...
Sabur: BULLSHIT....this is my town...I asked around no one has heard of him around here, except for the transvestite community over of Fremont, and Ogden.Anyways in two short days Phil, The Irish Hammer will take a swing and shatter the ICEMAN, and the Human wrecking machine will do that to the Soft-core Kid. In closing Phil, when you show up to jam a mic in the face of Jason and THK, tell them this...shine the belts up real nice, condition the leather, unscrew the nameplates, and kiss them goodbye, cause once the bell rings they will be in the House of Pain...and I'm the KING!!!
Sabur then flat palms the camera into the eyes socket of the cameraman, hits the button to the elevator. He and his Lil Dick then step into the traveling closet, as the door shuts in front of them.
Sabur: Man it's great to be home, it's going to be even better to preform at home, hell to top that it'll be great to walk in the MGM Grand Garden Arena, and pick up the tag titles.
Lil Dick: No nerves hunh?
Sabur: Not really man for the first time in my career I'm comfortable. Comfortable with the way things are layed out, the direction things are heading, my part in it all, and with a partner I can count on to damage as much bodily pain upon an individual as me. Dick this past month has been a real eye opener. This place has gone through some changes, some good, some bad, in all APW is still the number one gig in town. Two days from now, I'm going to be one half of the tag team champions of a brand that is the best in the business.
Sabur then whips his mouth with a napkin, throws two hundred and sixty dollars down on the table for a bill that was one hundred and eighty. The two stand and head for the exit of the restaurant. As Sabur and his Lil Dick walk toward the elevator it's doors open and there he was, the thorn in the side of many APW superstars, the man with the questions, always followed by a cameraman, Phil.
Phil: Sabur....so the moment is almost here....(cut off by the Irish Hammer)
Sabur: Yeah, yeah Phil...the moment is here, and you track me down to none other then the Top of the World. Fitting isn't it Phil, I'm almost at the top of the world professionally. So it's me and Tony against the team of THK. The Hardcore Kid...frankly Phil I'm proud of this bland boring star of APW. I have talked much shit about him over the course of time, but this lucky son of a bitch seems to just shove it up my ass. Well this asshole is closed Kid, and it's time I repay you, starting with this boot. You see this is it Kid, the time has come, your facing the more dangerous, the more hungry, focused Sabur, and I actually have a partner this time. Royce and the Kid, right know I could run down your pathetic runs here in APW, I could trash your record, but simply put you two did something no one else here has done, and will never be able to again...beat "That Team". For that you can not be underestimated, but in that same token do not underestimate me and Tony. This title match will not go down like my others, no sir, I'm my home town I walk out the winner...
Phil: Well Sabur The Kid is from Vegas too...
Sabur: BULLSHIT....this is my town...I asked around no one has heard of him around here, except for the transvestite community over of Fremont, and Ogden.Anyways in two short days Phil, The Irish Hammer will take a swing and shatter the ICEMAN, and the Human wrecking machine will do that to the Soft-core Kid. In closing Phil, when you show up to jam a mic in the face of Jason and THK, tell them this...shine the belts up real nice, condition the leather, unscrew the nameplates, and kiss them goodbye, cause once the bell rings they will be in the House of Pain...and I'm the KING!!!
Sabur then flat palms the camera into the eyes socket of the cameraman, hits the button to the elevator. He and his Lil Dick then step into the traveling closet, as the door shuts in front of them.
