Post by Your JESUS on Oct 13, 2008 18:25:38 GMT -4
(OOC: Well I'm kind of tight on time this week, don't fret Jeff I have the match writen, and seeing that my heart wasn't really in a tag match, I kind of pulled a John Green jobber RP...well not that bad but here is the shitiness...I'd rather post some lame sack of shit then no show, or just write a dirt bag sentence claiming the computer ate my homework. 0h by the way I'm not spell checking it either...I hope it drives Kristina fucking batty...HA!)
In a makeshift interview set APW's own Phil sits in a chair. The man being powder up so that the shine doesn't blind the camera. Across from this interview sensation, is a man the fans of APW know very well, the Irish Hammer Sabur. The big man sitting in a chair wearing a black t-shirt reading the words "The Streets were Robbed", has his legs folding up, while stretch back in a relaxing manor in the chair. The producer then signals that they are recording, and Sabur then takes of the pair of sunglasses covering his eyes.
Phil: Alright folks I'm here with Sabur...a very dominant powerhouse in APW....soon you have another chance to finally win APW gold...but tonight it's you and every other particpant from the chamber match involved in a tag team.....
Sabur: You know Phil...right know I'm feeling a litte frisky, hows about a bitch slap for old times sake...
Phil looks a worried about his guests intentions for requesting a sit down.
Sabur: Phil you don't have anything to worry about...neither does any person that will be in the chamber match...you see tonight I am contracted to be in the six man tag...but I'm not contracted to fight...just to show up, stand on that apron, look all menacing.
Sabur pauses in thought, he cracks his neck then continues.
Sabur: Listen...thas why we set up this little sit down...yes sir...no Sabur Lil Dick hyjenks, just the facts, right to the point. The point is I don't feel like teaming up with my future opponents. Anyone who knows me knows I have a recent problem with tag team style matches. Lastly all I'm concerned with, focussed on, or even giving two shits about is the title match up coming. Some people are drinking, others are getting turned down by women, some seem to have lost their mind, and me...Well all I think about is winning that title. Thinking about my odds, thinking about game plans, and thinking about how I think this Monday I think five fucks, can beat the shit out of eachother, while I kick back staying fresh for the chamber. So to the fans...I appologize, to the ticket holders...I say maybe next time...next time you'll be subjected to a classic Sabur promo slash shannaigans...and maybe the next time APW strols through your town will you see the Human Wrecking Machine in true form and fashion. This match is all to build hype for the PPV, the hopes of management is for us to break down, and cause chaos in that ring...well I play it safe, I lurk in the back watching the destruction all while staying fresh and ready to roll when that cage door is locked. I have no intrest in teaming with any of these guy's, I have no intrest in watching anyone's back, win, loose ir draw the Irish Hammer could care less if my team pulls out the win tonight.
Phil: What about the others, you could be letting them down.
Sabur: Great....let them hate me, build resentment, cause that only makes it that much easier to bloody one of those fuckers in the chamber. Tag match, swag match...who fucking cares....tonight I mine as well have a ticket and be sitting front row...cause I don't plan on doing shit, I'm saving every bit for the PPV.
Phil: So you are sitting here telling me that tonight you will not...
Sabur: So me talking to you one on one didn't clarify what you needed hear...you follow me and others trying to get interviews, sit downs, and promo's. I give you a sit down...and for some reason it seems you weren't listening....so you are telling me that I should give you the same old...same old, maybe give you a solid blast across the chops Flair style....maybe that will set things straight, maybe you'll understand me then.
In a makeshift interview set APW's own Phil sits in a chair. The man being powder up so that the shine doesn't blind the camera. Across from this interview sensation, is a man the fans of APW know very well, the Irish Hammer Sabur. The big man sitting in a chair wearing a black t-shirt reading the words "The Streets were Robbed", has his legs folding up, while stretch back in a relaxing manor in the chair. The producer then signals that they are recording, and Sabur then takes of the pair of sunglasses covering his eyes.
Phil: Alright folks I'm here with Sabur...a very dominant powerhouse in APW....soon you have another chance to finally win APW gold...but tonight it's you and every other particpant from the chamber match involved in a tag team.....
Sabur: You know Phil...right know I'm feeling a litte frisky, hows about a bitch slap for old times sake...
Phil looks a worried about his guests intentions for requesting a sit down.
Sabur: Phil you don't have anything to worry about...neither does any person that will be in the chamber match...you see tonight I am contracted to be in the six man tag...but I'm not contracted to fight...just to show up, stand on that apron, look all menacing.
Sabur pauses in thought, he cracks his neck then continues.
Sabur: Listen...thas why we set up this little sit down...yes sir...no Sabur Lil Dick hyjenks, just the facts, right to the point. The point is I don't feel like teaming up with my future opponents. Anyone who knows me knows I have a recent problem with tag team style matches. Lastly all I'm concerned with, focussed on, or even giving two shits about is the title match up coming. Some people are drinking, others are getting turned down by women, some seem to have lost their mind, and me...Well all I think about is winning that title. Thinking about my odds, thinking about game plans, and thinking about how I think this Monday I think five fucks, can beat the shit out of eachother, while I kick back staying fresh for the chamber. So to the fans...I appologize, to the ticket holders...I say maybe next time...next time you'll be subjected to a classic Sabur promo slash shannaigans...and maybe the next time APW strols through your town will you see the Human Wrecking Machine in true form and fashion. This match is all to build hype for the PPV, the hopes of management is for us to break down, and cause chaos in that ring...well I play it safe, I lurk in the back watching the destruction all while staying fresh and ready to roll when that cage door is locked. I have no intrest in teaming with any of these guy's, I have no intrest in watching anyone's back, win, loose ir draw the Irish Hammer could care less if my team pulls out the win tonight.
Phil: What about the others, you could be letting them down.
Sabur: Great....let them hate me, build resentment, cause that only makes it that much easier to bloody one of those fuckers in the chamber. Tag match, swag match...who fucking cares....tonight I mine as well have a ticket and be sitting front row...cause I don't plan on doing shit, I'm saving every bit for the PPV.
Phil: So you are sitting here telling me that tonight you will not...
Sabur: So me talking to you one on one didn't clarify what you needed hear...you follow me and others trying to get interviews, sit downs, and promo's. I give you a sit down...and for some reason it seems you weren't listening....so you are telling me that I should give you the same old...same old, maybe give you a solid blast across the chops Flair style....maybe that will set things straight, maybe you'll understand me then.
