Post by Your JESUS on Aug 20, 2008 21:46:16 GMT -4
Sabur walks into the back entrance of the arena. The Irish Hammer dressed In a pair of jean shorts, and his tightly fitting Affliction shirt. The mans eyes are covered by a pair of chrome framed Gatorz sunglasses. The large muscular arm of Sabur is holding his gym bag slung over his shoulder, and followed by his Lil Dick. As usual the backstage area is littered with the vultures known as APW reporters, and Cindy Shannon stops the Irish Hammer for a question which by god just so happens to be on film so that you people all can see it. Sabur stops looking in the air with a smug expression like the Rock.
Cindy: Sabur is it true...
Sabur: Yes it is true...you are regarded as a tramp, first Jason Royce, then the ACE, and now there is the chatter that you may have the worms...
Cindy: (Embarrassed) Uhh...Worms??
Sabur: Yeah something about you and an Iguana...hold on...
Sabur skoots his Lil Dick behind his large frame for safety like shielding him from danger.
Sabur: Let me keep my Lil Dick away from you....it's unsafe for him to be that close to you unprotected....but Cindy I'd say it's true you do get around, you are a tramp, but I'm not judging you sweetheart.
Cindy: Well thanks, but the question is where you recently visiting Trevor Blackwell.
Sabur: Yeah...thats just as true as you love men to bareback you r beef curtains... seeing as I am booked for a Hardcore Cage match for the tag team titles, I figured I'd go to the top of the mountain and ask the Dali Lama of Hardcore if you will Trevor Blackwell...he imposed his wisdom on me, should me the meaning of life, and offered up advise...anything else the cum dumpster would like to know.
Cindy Shannon shakes her head no, and Sabur then walks off. Lil Dick holding Sabur's shirt looking back at Cindy like a child clinging close to their parent. Cindy Shannon walks of in disgust waiting for another wrestler to interview.
Awhile later the Episode of Sabur and his Lil Dick resumes in their locker room. A knock at the door and in walks a member of the backstage crew.
Man: Uh Sabur heres a package for ya....
Sabur: Thanks...
Sabur stands up with a cheese eating grin on his face, while Lil Dick has some concern written across his. In the past these mysterious packages that arrive at the arena usually spell doom for Lil Dick, or at least stir up some mischief. Sabur pulls out a knife from his pocket, looks at it for a second
Sabur: Wow....I got this knife from Dianna Steele....(looking sad) at least she was good for something.
Sabur slices the box open and yanks out a five foot tall bird cage. He sets it on the ground, stands back looking at it like a proud parent gazing at his child taking their first step.
Lil Dick: Why did you buy a giant bird cage....are you fucking buying an ostrich or something?
Sabur: No...
Lil Dick then walks over steps into the cage...
Lil Dick: Look this thing is huge...oohh this must be what it's like later when you step in the cage.
""BOOM""
Sabur slams the door shut on the cage.
Lil Dick: Hey what are you doing.
Sabur: Training....
Lil Dick: How is locking me inside a bird cage training.
Sabur: You know I'm not sure, so I guess I'm relieving stress, I mean I'm stepping in a cage, for the titles, which is my third or forth chance at those fucking titles. So how you doing in there Lil man, feeling all good tough.
Lil Dick: Yeah something about being trapped in a cage kind of pumps you up, I'm feeling like an animal, and I'm ready tear something up.
Just then a knock at the door comes again, and this time a few guys carry a box in the locker room, and set it on the floor. The box is shaking back and forth, and a ton of growling and noise is heard coming from inside the box.
Lil Dick: What is that...
Sabur: Hey man tonight we both go the distance in the cage, tonight we both turn rabid, and fight for our life.
Just then Sabur rips the box open shoowing the wild badger into the cage with his Lil Dick.
Sabur stands back...with looks of concern on his face.
Sabur: Oh, Move, duck...oh shit... here he comes..no..watch out. Hey look at it this way my Lil friend it's kill or be killed, so we both are in the same boat tonight my friend. So when I smash the competition later, and bring back the strap...I'm either letting a badger out, or you...the rest is in your hands.
Sabur then exits the locker room, shutting the door behind him. President Jeff then walks by as Sabur looks like he's up to something.
Jeff: S'up Sabur....you look like your up to shanigans...
Sabur: No sir...just prepping for a promo.
Just then screams come ringing out from the locker room. Sabur looks surprised, and Jeff looks at Sabur like a principal catching a kid about to cherry bomb the toilets.
Jeff: And what is that....
Sabur: My Lil Dick...he's a , he ahh.....Jeff he got to close to Cindy Shannon, and well you know...
Jeff: Burning sensation when he pee's, yeah you need to watch out for that Lil guy man...
Sabur: Yeah she's got the Worms...
Jeff then walks off and Sabur heads in the other direction.
A little while later, the lights in the arena go out, and the a spotlight lights the stage area as "Revolution Is My Name" by Pantera assaults the loudspeakers. The fans erupt for they have not heard that familiar music in sometime. Blue and white strobe lights illuminate the stage and the silhouette of a man appears, a Singapore Cane clutched in his hand, his arms outstretched in the Trademark Blackwell Crucifix Pose as gouts of blue ghost flame erupt from the stage on either side of him, the crowd exploding to a deafening roar and the red and blue strobes spread out across the arena. The man turns around and reveals himself as Sabur...the fans are shocked but still enthusiastic. The Irish Hammer makes his way to the ring, enters, and lifts the cane high in the air to the explosions of cheers from the fans. Sabur grabs the mic, holds it up, and begins his one of a kind promo like only the Irish Hammer can deliever.
Sabur: So I'm here, coming out here in tribute to a man...a legend...a wrestler that had plenty of advice to offer up for the match I am scheduled to take part in a little later. I wielding this cane in tribute to Trevor Blackwell. Me and his little brother have our opportunity once more, no more vague stipulations, no sir, the rules in this one are very clear, and apparent. This match will be a blood bath, nothing short of looking like a massacre. Now I have been known the world over simply as Sabur, and many people throughout history have rocked the single name and transcended it into greatness. Prince..Cher...Rupaul...Sting...the wrestler or the singer your choice on that one folks...and now Sabur...but for one night and one night alone I step where not too many people are welcomed...I enter a place where many aren't allowed..yes sir tonight for the Hardcore Cage match for the gold...I step in the ring as Sabur Blackwell...tonight Tony and I are like brothers...we ride together, and smash together. We maim, destroy, and mutilate in the Blackwell tradition...you see I visited Trevor, and he dubbed me for this occasion a Blackwell...which in wrestling terms is like being Knighted. So I Knight Sabur Blackwell ride along side the Extremist...and our mission is to end the reign of Hardcore Ice. This has been proven to be a hard task, but I am up for the challenge, and the drunken duke has stepped up to ride. Hardcore Ice...in the past I have shown you little to no respect in and out of the ring...for that I may have been out of line, because you have earned my respect...it has been said, and rumored that you are frustrated with facing me and Tony once more...well I'm sure people like John Cena were tired of constantly facing randy Orton time and time again...and The Rock was tired of facing Stone Cold....and Hardcore Ice is sick and tired of the never ending flu that is Sabur, that thorn in your side that will not go away, the one thing starring you in the face at every turn. Yeah boy's it's old, tired, and sickening, but deal with it..it's the way of the business. The other way of the business is the royal beating our two teams are about receive. The punishment we are about to go through will be intense, will be excruciating, and trying, but in the long run it will be worth it. So for one night only Hardcore Ice will be facing the brothers Blackwell, after being dubbed a Blackwell for once special evening, I will step in the ring not as Sabur...but a member of a family that has ruled wrestling, one thats roots stretch deep in this sport, and by the way produce some hot females cause that Kristina is smoking hot...but now that I'm a Blackwell then me and her...that would be inces...nevermind it would be so worth it...anyways..boy's strap in for one hell of a ride. We tangle once more, we dance for the crowd, and we murderlize our bodies for those titles you boy's are holding. It hasn't been said too much by me, but I'm proud to step in there with you two, and square off for the gold...but proud or not, I will still be aiming to knock each one of your heads off, I will be itching to snatch you two up, and spin you around to doom with the House of Pain....this match will be one for the ages...and in all should be entertaining for those who watch. For me and Tony, Jason, and Kid...it is sure to be hell, and I myself can't wait to get there. I'm looking to walk up to the Devil introducing myself as the ruler and new master of hell. I can give respect to Hardcore Ice, but in the same breath can also proclaim that there will be a crowning of new champions. I will achieve my glory, if any man has put in the hard work, the sacrifice, it's me. Well the time has come, the pay off is here, and with the utmost respect I say your run as champions was great, but done. I'm here with my partner, ready to step up to the throne, ready to represent the company as the tag team champions.
Sabur takes a breath looking out to the fans then finishes his speech
Sabur: Kid...I'm hoping for you to choke slam me and my partner straight to hell, cause we are dragging you and the Iceman down with us, ready for it to freeze over, and crown new champs.
Sabur drops the mic, then raises the cane in the air, as the fans explode with hopes that Sabur will finally reach that pinnacle of success that he has spoke of since his arrival in APW.
Cindy: Sabur is it true...
Sabur: Yes it is true...you are regarded as a tramp, first Jason Royce, then the ACE, and now there is the chatter that you may have the worms...
Cindy: (Embarrassed) Uhh...Worms??
Sabur: Yeah something about you and an Iguana...hold on...
Sabur skoots his Lil Dick behind his large frame for safety like shielding him from danger.
Sabur: Let me keep my Lil Dick away from you....it's unsafe for him to be that close to you unprotected....but Cindy I'd say it's true you do get around, you are a tramp, but I'm not judging you sweetheart.
Cindy: Well thanks, but the question is where you recently visiting Trevor Blackwell.
Sabur: Yeah...thats just as true as you love men to bareback you r beef curtains... seeing as I am booked for a Hardcore Cage match for the tag team titles, I figured I'd go to the top of the mountain and ask the Dali Lama of Hardcore if you will Trevor Blackwell...he imposed his wisdom on me, should me the meaning of life, and offered up advise...anything else the cum dumpster would like to know.
Cindy Shannon shakes her head no, and Sabur then walks off. Lil Dick holding Sabur's shirt looking back at Cindy like a child clinging close to their parent. Cindy Shannon walks of in disgust waiting for another wrestler to interview.
Awhile later the Episode of Sabur and his Lil Dick resumes in their locker room. A knock at the door and in walks a member of the backstage crew.
Man: Uh Sabur heres a package for ya....
Sabur: Thanks...
Sabur stands up with a cheese eating grin on his face, while Lil Dick has some concern written across his. In the past these mysterious packages that arrive at the arena usually spell doom for Lil Dick, or at least stir up some mischief. Sabur pulls out a knife from his pocket, looks at it for a second
Sabur: Wow....I got this knife from Dianna Steele....(looking sad) at least she was good for something.
Sabur slices the box open and yanks out a five foot tall bird cage. He sets it on the ground, stands back looking at it like a proud parent gazing at his child taking their first step.
Lil Dick: Why did you buy a giant bird cage....are you fucking buying an ostrich or something?
Sabur: No...
Lil Dick then walks over steps into the cage...
Lil Dick: Look this thing is huge...oohh this must be what it's like later when you step in the cage.
""BOOM""
Sabur slams the door shut on the cage.
Lil Dick: Hey what are you doing.
Sabur: Training....
Lil Dick: How is locking me inside a bird cage training.
Sabur: You know I'm not sure, so I guess I'm relieving stress, I mean I'm stepping in a cage, for the titles, which is my third or forth chance at those fucking titles. So how you doing in there Lil man, feeling all good tough.
Lil Dick: Yeah something about being trapped in a cage kind of pumps you up, I'm feeling like an animal, and I'm ready tear something up.
Just then a knock at the door comes again, and this time a few guys carry a box in the locker room, and set it on the floor. The box is shaking back and forth, and a ton of growling and noise is heard coming from inside the box.
Lil Dick: What is that...
Sabur: Hey man tonight we both go the distance in the cage, tonight we both turn rabid, and fight for our life.
Just then Sabur rips the box open shoowing the wild badger into the cage with his Lil Dick.
Sabur stands back...with looks of concern on his face.
Sabur: Oh, Move, duck...oh shit... here he comes..no..watch out. Hey look at it this way my Lil friend it's kill or be killed, so we both are in the same boat tonight my friend. So when I smash the competition later, and bring back the strap...I'm either letting a badger out, or you...the rest is in your hands.
Sabur then exits the locker room, shutting the door behind him. President Jeff then walks by as Sabur looks like he's up to something.
Jeff: S'up Sabur....you look like your up to shanigans...
Sabur: No sir...just prepping for a promo.
Just then screams come ringing out from the locker room. Sabur looks surprised, and Jeff looks at Sabur like a principal catching a kid about to cherry bomb the toilets.
Jeff: And what is that....
Sabur: My Lil Dick...he's a , he ahh.....Jeff he got to close to Cindy Shannon, and well you know...
Jeff: Burning sensation when he pee's, yeah you need to watch out for that Lil guy man...
Sabur: Yeah she's got the Worms...
Jeff then walks off and Sabur heads in the other direction.
A little while later, the lights in the arena go out, and the a spotlight lights the stage area as "Revolution Is My Name" by Pantera assaults the loudspeakers. The fans erupt for they have not heard that familiar music in sometime. Blue and white strobe lights illuminate the stage and the silhouette of a man appears, a Singapore Cane clutched in his hand, his arms outstretched in the Trademark Blackwell Crucifix Pose as gouts of blue ghost flame erupt from the stage on either side of him, the crowd exploding to a deafening roar and the red and blue strobes spread out across the arena. The man turns around and reveals himself as Sabur...the fans are shocked but still enthusiastic. The Irish Hammer makes his way to the ring, enters, and lifts the cane high in the air to the explosions of cheers from the fans. Sabur grabs the mic, holds it up, and begins his one of a kind promo like only the Irish Hammer can deliever.
Sabur: So I'm here, coming out here in tribute to a man...a legend...a wrestler that had plenty of advice to offer up for the match I am scheduled to take part in a little later. I wielding this cane in tribute to Trevor Blackwell. Me and his little brother have our opportunity once more, no more vague stipulations, no sir, the rules in this one are very clear, and apparent. This match will be a blood bath, nothing short of looking like a massacre. Now I have been known the world over simply as Sabur, and many people throughout history have rocked the single name and transcended it into greatness. Prince..Cher...Rupaul...Sting...the wrestler or the singer your choice on that one folks...and now Sabur...but for one night and one night alone I step where not too many people are welcomed...I enter a place where many aren't allowed..yes sir tonight for the Hardcore Cage match for the gold...I step in the ring as Sabur Blackwell...tonight Tony and I are like brothers...we ride together, and smash together. We maim, destroy, and mutilate in the Blackwell tradition...you see I visited Trevor, and he dubbed me for this occasion a Blackwell...which in wrestling terms is like being Knighted. So I Knight Sabur Blackwell ride along side the Extremist...and our mission is to end the reign of Hardcore Ice. This has been proven to be a hard task, but I am up for the challenge, and the drunken duke has stepped up to ride. Hardcore Ice...in the past I have shown you little to no respect in and out of the ring...for that I may have been out of line, because you have earned my respect...it has been said, and rumored that you are frustrated with facing me and Tony once more...well I'm sure people like John Cena were tired of constantly facing randy Orton time and time again...and The Rock was tired of facing Stone Cold....and Hardcore Ice is sick and tired of the never ending flu that is Sabur, that thorn in your side that will not go away, the one thing starring you in the face at every turn. Yeah boy's it's old, tired, and sickening, but deal with it..it's the way of the business. The other way of the business is the royal beating our two teams are about receive. The punishment we are about to go through will be intense, will be excruciating, and trying, but in the long run it will be worth it. So for one night only Hardcore Ice will be facing the brothers Blackwell, after being dubbed a Blackwell for once special evening, I will step in the ring not as Sabur...but a member of a family that has ruled wrestling, one thats roots stretch deep in this sport, and by the way produce some hot females cause that Kristina is smoking hot...but now that I'm a Blackwell then me and her...that would be inces...nevermind it would be so worth it...anyways..boy's strap in for one hell of a ride. We tangle once more, we dance for the crowd, and we murderlize our bodies for those titles you boy's are holding. It hasn't been said too much by me, but I'm proud to step in there with you two, and square off for the gold...but proud or not, I will still be aiming to knock each one of your heads off, I will be itching to snatch you two up, and spin you around to doom with the House of Pain....this match will be one for the ages...and in all should be entertaining for those who watch. For me and Tony, Jason, and Kid...it is sure to be hell, and I myself can't wait to get there. I'm looking to walk up to the Devil introducing myself as the ruler and new master of hell. I can give respect to Hardcore Ice, but in the same breath can also proclaim that there will be a crowning of new champions. I will achieve my glory, if any man has put in the hard work, the sacrifice, it's me. Well the time has come, the pay off is here, and with the utmost respect I say your run as champions was great, but done. I'm here with my partner, ready to step up to the throne, ready to represent the company as the tag team champions.
Sabur takes a breath looking out to the fans then finishes his speech
Sabur: Kid...I'm hoping for you to choke slam me and my partner straight to hell, cause we are dragging you and the Iceman down with us, ready for it to freeze over, and crown new champs.
Sabur drops the mic, then raises the cane in the air, as the fans explode with hopes that Sabur will finally reach that pinnacle of success that he has spoke of since his arrival in APW.
