Post by Your JESUS on Oct 1, 2008 23:49:14 GMT -4
Sabur and his Lil Dick are chilling in the back stage area of the arena in some foreign country. Sabur looks a little tense.
Lil Dick: Whats up you look nervous.
Sabur: Yeah...a lot of shit happened here in Japan....these fucking slants almost killed Hulk Hogan on the way to the airport, thats story has been around wrestling for ever...you as an American don't fuck around in Japan...I'm jobbing to the first slope I see...I'm not going to be a casualty.
Lil Dick: Dude your crazy...just relax..
Sabur: Thats easy for you...I was this close to winning the biggest prize in APW....do you know what it was like watching the ref hand Twister that belt while his music blasted through the arena...
*CLAP*CLAP*CLAP*
Just then Lively and his mother come into the picture. The Overdrive championship draped over his shoulder, and a shit eating grin painted on his face as he smirks at the Irish Hammer. Sabur's face which shown disappointment, has now turned to that of a junior high student that is face to face with a bully, waiting for him to verbally assault him while the entire student body laughs it up. Lively adjusts the title, then cuts right into Sabur.
Lively: Well....Well...just like I knew you would do, just like Jeff knew you would do, and Twister...I can bet my winnings from another successful title defense last night that he knew you would choke as well. Hell I heard he wasn't even training, prepping, or even really thinking twice about defending his title against you...the APW choke artist. Aftershock went just like everyone knew it would...the JESUS smashing another one, Hardcore Ice falling to women, a couple of broads snag up the belts that you can't even imagine winning, a new Xtreme champion, and you falling short...coming so close....but not achieving your goal...face it big man your always the bridesmaid...never the bride....inches from the top...and still sitting on your ass...
Sabur: Listen....MIKE...let me explain something to you...first thing is first....the only reason you still have that title over your shoulder is because you haven't put it on the line against me...second...
Lively: Put it on the line against you...you would choke as soon as the bell rings, and the ref holds the title up showing you that it's for the gold, I never met anyone so allergic to gold as you.
Sabur: How can I put this to you Mike....you are like a high school football team, that is the for the past two seasons has won the city championships....and me....I'm a NFL team...sure I haven't won the super bowl yet...but I'm still in the pro's...while you operate at the amateur level.
Lively: Amateur level...I don't want distort your reality...the reality that you have created to cope with you constant short comings....but just to inform you...I am a pro....we both are in APW...and I hold the most victories in this professional federation....the same one you are signed to...the same one that I am Overdrive champion....and the longest reigning champion in APW history...Sabur this is reality....this is wrestling...I am wrestling....I am a champion...something you have yet to acomplish...and sorry to break it to you....but I'm the Overdrive champion...still...so good I haven't been beaten...so good that I just could be champion forever.
Lively turns, and walks off down the hall. His mother following her son as his arrogance seems to surround him like a glowing aura. Sabur looks down at his Lil Dick....then looks down at his waist, then back over toward the man that has just insulted him walk away so proudly with his championship.
The Irish Hammer then takes a deep breath and it's like time had just frozen. Everything around him moving so slow, it's was almost at a stand still. His breath exhales, and rings through his ears, like his senses are heightened. The a thud pounds inside his chest, like a hammer smashing down upon steel. It echoes through his body, and then repeats. A voice then calls out to Sabur deep within himself....
Listen....Twister didn't beat you....YOU beat you....YOU beat you....YOU LOST the match!!!
Just then Sabur's fist clenches, the mans eyes seem to be glowing red with rage, and his heart beat begins to speed up. Things then seem to have been reinstated to their normal pace, and Sabur sprints after Lively. The Human Wrecking machine lunges forward with a big boot to the back of the White Lion's head. Lively's precious title falls to the floor as does he. Sabur grabs the man by his pants, and shoulder, ramming his head into the front of a soda machine not once but twice. Lively lays on the ground disoriented, Sabur kicks the soda machine over, and out of the way. He grabs up the Overdrive champion, plants him on those massive shoulders, and whips him around with a House of Pain...dropping Lively onto a neatly stacked assortment of folding chairs. The mass of steel scatters as the self proclaimed JESUS disappears within the mess, all that can be seen is a leg of the champion sticking up out of the pile. Sabur like a ragging beast, his chest pumping, his breathes heavy filling his lungs with oxygen. The mans eyes glazed over, and seeming lost within a sea of rage. He focuses on Ms. Lively...and like the Hulk finding peace looking upon his love Betty. Sabur's pulse begins to calm, and he steps toward the cougar of APW. He gazes upon the womens chest, the looks up into her eyes.
Ms. Lively: What can you say...sometimes he deserves what he gets....
Sabur: Yeah...he does...and maybe up to this point I deserve what I have gotten...NOTHING!!!!...lucky for me...I understand....lucky for me...I know what is needed...
Sabur in a flash steps forward with force, clotheslining Ms. Lively out of her fuck me heels. Her body broken, and layed out on the concrete at the Irish Hammers feet. He grabs her by the hair, like a caveman would his womanly slave, then grabs her by the waist, lifts her up in a power bomb, the drops her violently on the downed soda machine. Her body crashes down, and becomes limp like a broken Barbie doll. Sabur then grabs up the Overdrive title, holds it up...gives it a a glance, then throws it over into the pile of chairs where the battered body of Michael Lively lays. Sabur then walks off, still fuming.
Awhile later Sabur is sitting in his locker room, on a wooden bench. The large man looking ready to go to the ring is lacing up his boots. Just then Sabur's attention diverts to the door, when in walks a Russian midget, dressed head to toe in a Boy Scout uniform. I mean the khaki shirt, the green shorts, and the socks, those awful socks. The midget stands at attention, then salutes the Scout sign at the large Irishman. Sabur smirks, then stands, heads toward his Lil Dick. The Human Wrecking Machine then grabs the uniform by the belt, gives it a tug, the whole fucking thing rips off the body of the midget. Sabur's Lil Dick stands there a bit embarrassed wearing only his He-Man underoo's and those ugly socks covering those chunky midget legs.
Sabur: I hate Boy Scouts....they are just plain creepy...
Lil Dick: Who knew you were afraid of Boy Scouts.
Sabur: I didn't say I was afraid..I just said I don't like them, anyways...I'm trying to get ready here...I have a match, an opening match none the less..from the main event..to show opener...what a treat...and I'm fighting a potato farmer...this day keeps getting better.
Lil Dick: Well at least your are already in the Chamber match...
Sabur: Yeah...I'm disappointed with my performance last night...things will be different come Chamber time...I got a line on some preparation for the match as well. Tonight...thats nothing...tonight...it's my make up for last night...the way I see it is...poor Ruby...that poor unfortunate Jake Ruby...his poor parents.
Lil Dick: Why are his parents poor...
Sabur: Cause I'm packing that poor bastard in a box, and mailing his broken bits back to Idaho.
Sabur stands...and heads out the locker room door. The Irish Hammer looking really determined, looking as if the time for games is over. Right now the loss must be bugging him, but the only way to get past it is to shine. The Irish Hammer only knows one way how to shine, and thats inflict a little pain. The big man struts down the hall when yep you guess Phil, and his pesky cameraman see Sabur. They b-line for the man who just came inches short of achieving his dream. Sabur stops short, looking down toward the ground and with perfect timing spins around, planting that large boot right in the mouth of Phil who seemed to be in mid sentence. The pesky interviewer hits the ground like a bag of shit. Sabur then reaches down, and picks up the mic.
Sabur: Looks like you dropped something Phil...some guy's never learn...Phil...ME! Hey you ready
Sabur calls out to the cameraman, who shakes the camera nervously up and down
Sabur: Tonight...my re-do...my apology to the fans...my gift letting you all know just how sorry I am that I let you down...but more importantly I let my self down. I talked abundantly that I wouldn't trash my opponent, but that I would destroy him in that ring. Well...that plan of attack obviously didn't work...you see when I punched Twister I did just that...when I should have driven my fist through his skull...I should have pulled that bloody fist covered in bit of brain out of his head. Instead of simply power bombing him, or slamming hi to the mat. I should have drove his body with punishing force. Making him wish he had been in a car accident, instead of facing me. Well tonight is my do over...tonight poor Ruby pays for my mistakes last night...tonight I hold not one ounce of respect for my opponent, not a single bit of mercy for his family, his friends, or his soul. Tonight I punish the former tater farmer. Tonight I break him from the inside out, Tonight, he wishes he wasn't booked on the card....tonight I show why I was in the main event at Aftershock, and why I deserve to be in the chamber. Ruby...it's nothing personal...it's just like this...it's as if you are strolling through the woods, and as you round the corner...you find yourself face to face with a rabid Grizzly bear...a hungry grizzly at that. Well big boy...this bear is looking at you like your stole his honey, and I'm no fucking Pooh bear. Simply put my big paw is going to collide with your face, I'm going to maul you half to death, then I will put you out of your misery. I will end your suffering...I mean lets face it...with your recent performances as of late...it's quit apparent that you don't want to be here. Well lucky for you, I have dabbled with people who end careers...and if your are looking to be put down like a wounded horse...I'm the perfect son of a bitch to do the job. Lets face it Ruby....You are like the taters that you love so much...you enter the ring...and tend to get mashed...I mean one second your baking hot...and the next your cold and raw. It's clear to me...that a tater..is simply a side dish...good for the opening bite, good to warm that belly...in preparation for the main course...the big juicy steak...Well Ruby no matter how you slice it...I'm the main couse...you will forever, and always be the side dish. Jake Ruby...let me introduce my self...SABUR...I'm whats for dinner....ok thats was lame...either way I fucking your world up tonight...right in the center of the ring...I heard this rumor the only way the Japanese will let an American wrestler go home...is to sacrifice another. Well I'm not going to let a nation of small, slant eyed yellow bellies slaughter me....you my friend are going down...for my own sake. Tonight I split your skull like an over baked potato...I spill your blood all over the ring...and if I have to I will snap one of your limbs off...if thats what the Japs want so I can go free...so I can make it out alive...then so be it...So Ruby...nothing personal...it's life or death...and I think mine is a little more important...So Jake this is me...telling you, that I will see you out there...in the House of Pain!
Sabur drops the camera to the ground, and it shows an inverted view of the Irish Hammer walking toward the stagging area.
Lil Dick: Whats up you look nervous.
Sabur: Yeah...a lot of shit happened here in Japan....these fucking slants almost killed Hulk Hogan on the way to the airport, thats story has been around wrestling for ever...you as an American don't fuck around in Japan...I'm jobbing to the first slope I see...I'm not going to be a casualty.
Lil Dick: Dude your crazy...just relax..
Sabur: Thats easy for you...I was this close to winning the biggest prize in APW....do you know what it was like watching the ref hand Twister that belt while his music blasted through the arena...
*CLAP*CLAP*CLAP*
Just then Lively and his mother come into the picture. The Overdrive championship draped over his shoulder, and a shit eating grin painted on his face as he smirks at the Irish Hammer. Sabur's face which shown disappointment, has now turned to that of a junior high student that is face to face with a bully, waiting for him to verbally assault him while the entire student body laughs it up. Lively adjusts the title, then cuts right into Sabur.
Lively: Well....Well...just like I knew you would do, just like Jeff knew you would do, and Twister...I can bet my winnings from another successful title defense last night that he knew you would choke as well. Hell I heard he wasn't even training, prepping, or even really thinking twice about defending his title against you...the APW choke artist. Aftershock went just like everyone knew it would...the JESUS smashing another one, Hardcore Ice falling to women, a couple of broads snag up the belts that you can't even imagine winning, a new Xtreme champion, and you falling short...coming so close....but not achieving your goal...face it big man your always the bridesmaid...never the bride....inches from the top...and still sitting on your ass...
Sabur: Listen....MIKE...let me explain something to you...first thing is first....the only reason you still have that title over your shoulder is because you haven't put it on the line against me...second...
Lively: Put it on the line against you...you would choke as soon as the bell rings, and the ref holds the title up showing you that it's for the gold, I never met anyone so allergic to gold as you.
Sabur: How can I put this to you Mike....you are like a high school football team, that is the for the past two seasons has won the city championships....and me....I'm a NFL team...sure I haven't won the super bowl yet...but I'm still in the pro's...while you operate at the amateur level.
Lively: Amateur level...I don't want distort your reality...the reality that you have created to cope with you constant short comings....but just to inform you...I am a pro....we both are in APW...and I hold the most victories in this professional federation....the same one you are signed to...the same one that I am Overdrive champion....and the longest reigning champion in APW history...Sabur this is reality....this is wrestling...I am wrestling....I am a champion...something you have yet to acomplish...and sorry to break it to you....but I'm the Overdrive champion...still...so good I haven't been beaten...so good that I just could be champion forever.
Lively turns, and walks off down the hall. His mother following her son as his arrogance seems to surround him like a glowing aura. Sabur looks down at his Lil Dick....then looks down at his waist, then back over toward the man that has just insulted him walk away so proudly with his championship.
The Irish Hammer then takes a deep breath and it's like time had just frozen. Everything around him moving so slow, it's was almost at a stand still. His breath exhales, and rings through his ears, like his senses are heightened. The a thud pounds inside his chest, like a hammer smashing down upon steel. It echoes through his body, and then repeats. A voice then calls out to Sabur deep within himself....
Listen....Twister didn't beat you....YOU beat you....YOU beat you....YOU LOST the match!!!
Just then Sabur's fist clenches, the mans eyes seem to be glowing red with rage, and his heart beat begins to speed up. Things then seem to have been reinstated to their normal pace, and Sabur sprints after Lively. The Human Wrecking machine lunges forward with a big boot to the back of the White Lion's head. Lively's precious title falls to the floor as does he. Sabur grabs the man by his pants, and shoulder, ramming his head into the front of a soda machine not once but twice. Lively lays on the ground disoriented, Sabur kicks the soda machine over, and out of the way. He grabs up the Overdrive champion, plants him on those massive shoulders, and whips him around with a House of Pain...dropping Lively onto a neatly stacked assortment of folding chairs. The mass of steel scatters as the self proclaimed JESUS disappears within the mess, all that can be seen is a leg of the champion sticking up out of the pile. Sabur like a ragging beast, his chest pumping, his breathes heavy filling his lungs with oxygen. The mans eyes glazed over, and seeming lost within a sea of rage. He focuses on Ms. Lively...and like the Hulk finding peace looking upon his love Betty. Sabur's pulse begins to calm, and he steps toward the cougar of APW. He gazes upon the womens chest, the looks up into her eyes.
Ms. Lively: What can you say...sometimes he deserves what he gets....
Sabur: Yeah...he does...and maybe up to this point I deserve what I have gotten...NOTHING!!!!...lucky for me...I understand....lucky for me...I know what is needed...
Sabur in a flash steps forward with force, clotheslining Ms. Lively out of her fuck me heels. Her body broken, and layed out on the concrete at the Irish Hammers feet. He grabs her by the hair, like a caveman would his womanly slave, then grabs her by the waist, lifts her up in a power bomb, the drops her violently on the downed soda machine. Her body crashes down, and becomes limp like a broken Barbie doll. Sabur then grabs up the Overdrive title, holds it up...gives it a a glance, then throws it over into the pile of chairs where the battered body of Michael Lively lays. Sabur then walks off, still fuming.
Awhile later Sabur is sitting in his locker room, on a wooden bench. The large man looking ready to go to the ring is lacing up his boots. Just then Sabur's attention diverts to the door, when in walks a Russian midget, dressed head to toe in a Boy Scout uniform. I mean the khaki shirt, the green shorts, and the socks, those awful socks. The midget stands at attention, then salutes the Scout sign at the large Irishman. Sabur smirks, then stands, heads toward his Lil Dick. The Human Wrecking Machine then grabs the uniform by the belt, gives it a tug, the whole fucking thing rips off the body of the midget. Sabur's Lil Dick stands there a bit embarrassed wearing only his He-Man underoo's and those ugly socks covering those chunky midget legs.
Sabur: I hate Boy Scouts....they are just plain creepy...
Lil Dick: Who knew you were afraid of Boy Scouts.
Sabur: I didn't say I was afraid..I just said I don't like them, anyways...I'm trying to get ready here...I have a match, an opening match none the less..from the main event..to show opener...what a treat...and I'm fighting a potato farmer...this day keeps getting better.
Lil Dick: Well at least your are already in the Chamber match...
Sabur: Yeah...I'm disappointed with my performance last night...things will be different come Chamber time...I got a line on some preparation for the match as well. Tonight...thats nothing...tonight...it's my make up for last night...the way I see it is...poor Ruby...that poor unfortunate Jake Ruby...his poor parents.
Lil Dick: Why are his parents poor...
Sabur: Cause I'm packing that poor bastard in a box, and mailing his broken bits back to Idaho.
Sabur stands...and heads out the locker room door. The Irish Hammer looking really determined, looking as if the time for games is over. Right now the loss must be bugging him, but the only way to get past it is to shine. The Irish Hammer only knows one way how to shine, and thats inflict a little pain. The big man struts down the hall when yep you guess Phil, and his pesky cameraman see Sabur. They b-line for the man who just came inches short of achieving his dream. Sabur stops short, looking down toward the ground and with perfect timing spins around, planting that large boot right in the mouth of Phil who seemed to be in mid sentence. The pesky interviewer hits the ground like a bag of shit. Sabur then reaches down, and picks up the mic.
Sabur: Looks like you dropped something Phil...some guy's never learn...Phil...ME! Hey you ready
Sabur calls out to the cameraman, who shakes the camera nervously up and down
Sabur: Tonight...my re-do...my apology to the fans...my gift letting you all know just how sorry I am that I let you down...but more importantly I let my self down. I talked abundantly that I wouldn't trash my opponent, but that I would destroy him in that ring. Well...that plan of attack obviously didn't work...you see when I punched Twister I did just that...when I should have driven my fist through his skull...I should have pulled that bloody fist covered in bit of brain out of his head. Instead of simply power bombing him, or slamming hi to the mat. I should have drove his body with punishing force. Making him wish he had been in a car accident, instead of facing me. Well tonight is my do over...tonight poor Ruby pays for my mistakes last night...tonight I hold not one ounce of respect for my opponent, not a single bit of mercy for his family, his friends, or his soul. Tonight I punish the former tater farmer. Tonight I break him from the inside out, Tonight, he wishes he wasn't booked on the card....tonight I show why I was in the main event at Aftershock, and why I deserve to be in the chamber. Ruby...it's nothing personal...it's just like this...it's as if you are strolling through the woods, and as you round the corner...you find yourself face to face with a rabid Grizzly bear...a hungry grizzly at that. Well big boy...this bear is looking at you like your stole his honey, and I'm no fucking Pooh bear. Simply put my big paw is going to collide with your face, I'm going to maul you half to death, then I will put you out of your misery. I will end your suffering...I mean lets face it...with your recent performances as of late...it's quit apparent that you don't want to be here. Well lucky for you, I have dabbled with people who end careers...and if your are looking to be put down like a wounded horse...I'm the perfect son of a bitch to do the job. Lets face it Ruby....You are like the taters that you love so much...you enter the ring...and tend to get mashed...I mean one second your baking hot...and the next your cold and raw. It's clear to me...that a tater..is simply a side dish...good for the opening bite, good to warm that belly...in preparation for the main course...the big juicy steak...Well Ruby no matter how you slice it...I'm the main couse...you will forever, and always be the side dish. Jake Ruby...let me introduce my self...SABUR...I'm whats for dinner....ok thats was lame...either way I fucking your world up tonight...right in the center of the ring...I heard this rumor the only way the Japanese will let an American wrestler go home...is to sacrifice another. Well I'm not going to let a nation of small, slant eyed yellow bellies slaughter me....you my friend are going down...for my own sake. Tonight I split your skull like an over baked potato...I spill your blood all over the ring...and if I have to I will snap one of your limbs off...if thats what the Japs want so I can go free...so I can make it out alive...then so be it...So Ruby...nothing personal...it's life or death...and I think mine is a little more important...So Jake this is me...telling you, that I will see you out there...in the House of Pain!
Sabur drops the camera to the ground, and it shows an inverted view of the Irish Hammer walking toward the stagging area.
