Post by Your JESUS on Nov 3, 2008 12:48:44 GMT -4
The fans pile into the American Airlines Arena. Many checking over their tickets to find their seats. Some fans try to get to the snack shack to grab a few beers before settling in for the show. While others have begun to crowd around the merch stand. Then the crowd pops, and the mass of humanity spreads like the Red Sea...as Sabur walks to the counter. Fans crowding the new APW champion. He sign autographs, and shakes hands as he then steps up to the table.
Sabur: Alright guy's the champ is here...Wow thats fucking cheesy...wha the fuck is going on.
The fans pop and he then looks behind him, looking like he is missing something. Then Lil Dick is in sight. The midget is being crowd surfed to the merch table atop the hands of loyal fans. Sabur's Lil buddy is set down and Sabur then tends to business.
Sabur: Alright bud....now that we are big timing things, we need to get you a belt...give me that one.
The table clerk gets one of the APW replica titles out handing it to Sabur. The Irish Hammer hands it down to Lil Dick. The midget tries to place the title around his waist but seems to be struggling in just holding it let alone securing it around his tiny waist. Sabur smirks then grabs the title. He hands it back to the clerk, points at a different title.
Sabur: Give me that one.
The clerk then hands it to Sabur. The champion then hands over a twenty, then grabs a sharpie, scribbles something down, then hands the gift to Lil Dick. The midget looks at the gift...a plastic toy title made by Kenner. The name plate has the words "Champs Lil Dick" written on it. The smiling midget straps the Velcro title around his waist. and the two make their way to the back stage area with the help of security.
Sabur: Listen...now that I have the gold, things are going to be different. We can;t have any more goofy stunts, and silly shenanigans. We have to be ruthless, make a statement. People are going to step up, and try to test the Irish Hammer. So tonight...I have Matt Metal...and we are going to send a very clear message.
Sometime later in a dark room. A camera comes to life. The room barely lit, and the large shadow of Sabur steps into view. His muscle bound frame looks to be a bit intimidating.
Sabur: Matt Metal...your actions as of late are nothing short of inexcusable. You taking Skylar from her family...I know that girl is as tough as one of the boy's...but to kidnap that innocent child shows your current state of mind. Well Trevor's punishment wasn't a full sentence for your crime. Tonight you will face off with the Human Wrecking Machine. In that ring you will be face to face with the biggest genetic powerhouse wrestling has ever set eyes on. So before your brutal punishment later on in the ring...I going to give you a little mental punishment. A taste of your own medicine if you will.
Sabur then grabs a young blonde boy by his hair. He yanks him into the picture. The boy looking to be about eight or nine years of age. His face riddled with fear, while in the clutches of a beast.
Sabur: I proved in that chamber that I am no joke...and tonight I prove that kidnapping is no joke either. So hello to Matty Jr., the baby of the Metal family, Nu-Metal's pride and joy.
Sabur then hoists the boy in the air, wrapping his huge bicep around his neck. He then lets the child go, dangling from the choke hold the World champion has him in. Just then Lil Dick comes into the room, and flips on the light. He looks at his hue friend, and the child locked in a choke. With a puzzled expression on his face, he asks Sabur a question.
Lil Dick: Whats with the kid....the new world champ of APW choking a young fan on camera wouldn't exactly be considered good P.R.
Sabur: It's Matt Metal's Kid...I figured I snatch up his son, choke him until he's unconscious, drag him to the ring, the commence to beat the living shit out of the Nu Metal Master..and show the world just how fucking serious I am to be taken as World Champion.
Lil Dick: Dude..I hate to break to you champ...but Matt Metal doesn't have a son...if there was an illegitimate Metal running around I'm sure he's not it.
Sabur: What...you gotta be kidding me...I saw Metal with his arm around this guy earlier...showing him around like his son.
Lil Dick: No bud...thats a fan...I think his parents won him the backstage passes on the radio or something...
Sabur: Fuck me!
Lil Dick: Uh...Sabur...he's turning purple.
Sabur quickly drops the youngster down to his feet. The little child gasps for air. Sabur thinking quickly jumps into damage control.
Sabur: Listen kid here you go.
He then rips the new championship title given to Lil Dick earlier, and hands it over to the kid. The boy slightly smiles.
Sabur: Listen...you can officially say you were part of a promo with the World Champion. Besides you have this awesome new title belt...signed by me...stating that you are the Champs Lil Dick.
The boy doesn't seem to be pacified by the belt.
Sabur: Alright...I can see you drive a hard bargin...Lil Dick...blow up one of the new Irish Hammer inflatable hammer's for the kid..that should do it.
The kid shakes his head no. Sabur kind of frowns, then offers up more.
Sabur: Alright...this is the final offer...Lil Dick will take you over to catering...get you what ever you want to eat on me, then when I pound the dog shit out of Matt Metal later, you can stay back here with Lil Dick watching on the monitor...sound like a deal.
The little kid nods yes, as Lil Dick nods no behind the kid.
Sabur: Now go over there for a moment...so your favorite wrestler can cut a promo.
Kid: Actually Level One is my favorite wrestler...your pretty cool too, but I like Level One.
Sabur: Leeevel Ooone...Yeah...ok Dick..take that kid over there please.
Lil Dick: (Whispering under his breath) Can;t believe your making me babysit this fucking brat.
Sabur shows his Lil Dick away, then turns toward the camera. Sabur picks up the APW heavyweight championship. He places it over his right shoulder proudly. Making sure to display his name which has just been screwed into place.
Sabur: Well folks that really fell apart...but lets just cut right into the meat and potatoes. Matt Metal, a legend in this sport. It seems that lately I have had to face nothing but legends lately, almost as if they backed the bus up from a retirement home, and let the old bags go on a tour of the APW. Well some people want to build the APW on the fruits of the old days, and on the names that were built in the past. Listen Matt I'm not going to trash your past or run it down. I heard plenty about you. Although I never had a chance to lay eyes on the shit you accomplished in IWC. CWF. WWC or any other place you pranced around the ring in. But what I have seen with my own eyes...has been right here in APW...and let me say...legendary would be the first words that come to mind. In fact I was wondering why exactly did you go under the knife, risk your mobility to come back to the world of wrestling. Between me and you..I think you wasted your money, the doctors time and skill, cause quit frankly you haven't done shit here in APW. I mean let us look at your accomplishments here...as a General Manager of Overdrive you were responsible for the worst ratings in the shows history. In fact the backstage diddy is that we almost got dropped from our network when you were in charge. Thank God Jeff stepped in to rescue his show...cause under the guidance of Nu-Metal...Overdrive would be on the BLOCK...the chopping block.
Sabur Smirks then continues on
Sabur: Then you had an opportunity to take Phate's title shot from him, but that failed just like all your ventures here. Hell I didn't even realize you were still under employment with APW until I heard you were feuding with Trevor Blackwell. A hell of a feud it was hunh...and now tonight...you jump out of the frying pan into the fire...oh wait you're a little well done after One Night In Hell...so it should be a walk in the park. You fighting me...should be no sweat hunh. I think not, in fact I think the exact opposite. I'm so sure this match will be a squash with me coming out on top, that I will make it a title match.
Sabur then stops talking looking to Lil Dick. The midget walks over as Sabur bends over lending his friend an ear. Sabur then nods in approval, then continues on.
Sabur: Alright well I was just informed I can't give you a title shot, I guess those are decisions for management, and for you I'd say thats a good thing. Cause if the title were on the line...it would just be another failure to add to your list of douche type achievements here in APW. Plain and simple I have come into my own here in APW, built by APW, and I'll be damned if some flashback, old timer is going to hand me a loss my first match after becoming world champion. Matt Metal tonight....
Just then the door flies open once more. This time the leather Jacket clad figure of Trevor Blackwell walks into the room. Singapore can in hand, and that evil bastard look drawn all over his face.
Sabur: Damn Trevor....I'm cutting a promo...what the hell man.
Trevor: Just figured I would come here, and offer up an celebration blunt with the new champ.
Sabur: Dude...you know I can't smoke weed before a match.
Trevor: Thats the only way to wrestle.
Sabur: Last time I got high...I saw a smurf...besides I'm thinking you just want me high, and try and trick me into giving you a title shot.
Trevor: I would never...so who you fighting.
Sabur: Matt Metal....Dude I'm not sure...I'm actually nervous...I mean Metal has taken you to the limits, and still keeps breathing, still bringing it.
Those words don't come across with that meaning to the Career Killer, they translate into "I don't know if I'm ready" or better yet "I've come so far...for nothing...I'm a pussy". Trevor Blackwell in a flash rips out his cane swinging it through the air, as if he were a skilled swordsman, and his blade was the tightly wrapped strands making up the Singapore cane. Sabur not even flinching, quickly catches the cane in his hand. He grabs that cane tightly, looking at Trevor with a smirk on his face.
Sabur: I know what your thinking...and that bullshit was a joke. The simple fact is this Trevor. Matt Metal will fall, at my hands. Thanks to you he has had a two month softening up process, running the gauntlet of Hell that is feuding with the Career Killer. Metal is formed, shaped, and broken with the power force upon it with a hammer. Well this Hammer is going to bring the pain to the Nu-Metal. First I will mentally punish this guy inside that ring, by beating his body. When I look deep into those eyes, and see his spirit broken...then I will end the suffering for him. I will give him the ending he will so desperately seeking. I didn't win this to get bitched out the very next week by a guy with a cock loving accent.
Trevor smiles at Sabur. Sabur then realizes that Trevor's mind is still thinking about cracking his cane over someone's skull. Thinking fast on his feet for a resolution.
Sabur: Listen Trevor...this kid over here is a huge fan...in fact about five minutes before you walked in...he was begging for me to introduce him to the Career Killer.
Trevor looks at Sabur like he is being swerved.
Sabur: He also said he would love a cane shot from such an Icon as yourself.
Trevor then creeps toward the young kid. His deep blue eyes pierce through the kids stare, speaking the unimaginable pain and suffering they have seen over the many years in the industry.
Trevor cocks his head sideways at the child.
Trevor: So is what he says true.
The boy nervous from the presence of the Excellence of Extreme. Not getting a response from the child Trevor turns back around. Lil Dick standing off to the side of the two, throws his voice like a ventriloquist. The voice calls out in the best kid impersonation possible.
"Hell yeah I want a cane shot"
That stops Trevor in his tracks.
"And lay it in there...don't be a bitch about it."
***CRACK***
In a swift move like a samurai, he cracks the boy in the forehead.
Trevor: Anything for a fan.
Sabur smirks at his Lil Dick, who has a look of relief on his face. Sabur then opens the door, holding it open for his former mentor. Trevor takes one step toward the door, then quickly cracks Lil Dick in the head with his cane. The midget drops from the slice, and hollers out in pain. The Career Killer turns smirking at the World Champion.
Trevor: You better learn how to work...you have to get up pretty early to swerve the king of swerve. By the way congrats champ...but the real test comes n keeping that belt.
Sabur closes the door after Trevor walks out. Lil Dick gets to his feet holding his head. Sabur smiles at his Lil Dick.
Sabur: Well....Lil Dick....there only one thing left to say...
Lil Dick: Whats that..
Sabur: YOU CAN'T STOP NU-METAL...FROM GRABBING COCK!!! frickin Dick Goblin!
The camera then fades out as Lil Dick places a bag of ice on his head.
Sabur: Alright guy's the champ is here...Wow thats fucking cheesy...wha the fuck is going on.
The fans pop and he then looks behind him, looking like he is missing something. Then Lil Dick is in sight. The midget is being crowd surfed to the merch table atop the hands of loyal fans. Sabur's Lil buddy is set down and Sabur then tends to business.
Sabur: Alright bud....now that we are big timing things, we need to get you a belt...give me that one.
The table clerk gets one of the APW replica titles out handing it to Sabur. The Irish Hammer hands it down to Lil Dick. The midget tries to place the title around his waist but seems to be struggling in just holding it let alone securing it around his tiny waist. Sabur smirks then grabs the title. He hands it back to the clerk, points at a different title.
Sabur: Give me that one.
The clerk then hands it to Sabur. The champion then hands over a twenty, then grabs a sharpie, scribbles something down, then hands the gift to Lil Dick. The midget looks at the gift...a plastic toy title made by Kenner. The name plate has the words "Champs Lil Dick" written on it. The smiling midget straps the Velcro title around his waist. and the two make their way to the back stage area with the help of security.
Sabur: Listen...now that I have the gold, things are going to be different. We can;t have any more goofy stunts, and silly shenanigans. We have to be ruthless, make a statement. People are going to step up, and try to test the Irish Hammer. So tonight...I have Matt Metal...and we are going to send a very clear message.
Sometime later in a dark room. A camera comes to life. The room barely lit, and the large shadow of Sabur steps into view. His muscle bound frame looks to be a bit intimidating.
Sabur: Matt Metal...your actions as of late are nothing short of inexcusable. You taking Skylar from her family...I know that girl is as tough as one of the boy's...but to kidnap that innocent child shows your current state of mind. Well Trevor's punishment wasn't a full sentence for your crime. Tonight you will face off with the Human Wrecking Machine. In that ring you will be face to face with the biggest genetic powerhouse wrestling has ever set eyes on. So before your brutal punishment later on in the ring...I going to give you a little mental punishment. A taste of your own medicine if you will.
Sabur then grabs a young blonde boy by his hair. He yanks him into the picture. The boy looking to be about eight or nine years of age. His face riddled with fear, while in the clutches of a beast.
Sabur: I proved in that chamber that I am no joke...and tonight I prove that kidnapping is no joke either. So hello to Matty Jr., the baby of the Metal family, Nu-Metal's pride and joy.
Sabur then hoists the boy in the air, wrapping his huge bicep around his neck. He then lets the child go, dangling from the choke hold the World champion has him in. Just then Lil Dick comes into the room, and flips on the light. He looks at his hue friend, and the child locked in a choke. With a puzzled expression on his face, he asks Sabur a question.
Lil Dick: Whats with the kid....the new world champ of APW choking a young fan on camera wouldn't exactly be considered good P.R.
Sabur: It's Matt Metal's Kid...I figured I snatch up his son, choke him until he's unconscious, drag him to the ring, the commence to beat the living shit out of the Nu Metal Master..and show the world just how fucking serious I am to be taken as World Champion.
Lil Dick: Dude..I hate to break to you champ...but Matt Metal doesn't have a son...if there was an illegitimate Metal running around I'm sure he's not it.
Sabur: What...you gotta be kidding me...I saw Metal with his arm around this guy earlier...showing him around like his son.
Lil Dick: No bud...thats a fan...I think his parents won him the backstage passes on the radio or something...
Sabur: Fuck me!
Lil Dick: Uh...Sabur...he's turning purple.
Sabur quickly drops the youngster down to his feet. The little child gasps for air. Sabur thinking quickly jumps into damage control.
Sabur: Listen kid here you go.
He then rips the new championship title given to Lil Dick earlier, and hands it over to the kid. The boy slightly smiles.
Sabur: Listen...you can officially say you were part of a promo with the World Champion. Besides you have this awesome new title belt...signed by me...stating that you are the Champs Lil Dick.
The boy doesn't seem to be pacified by the belt.
Sabur: Alright...I can see you drive a hard bargin...Lil Dick...blow up one of the new Irish Hammer inflatable hammer's for the kid..that should do it.
The kid shakes his head no. Sabur kind of frowns, then offers up more.
Sabur: Alright...this is the final offer...Lil Dick will take you over to catering...get you what ever you want to eat on me, then when I pound the dog shit out of Matt Metal later, you can stay back here with Lil Dick watching on the monitor...sound like a deal.
The little kid nods yes, as Lil Dick nods no behind the kid.
Sabur: Now go over there for a moment...so your favorite wrestler can cut a promo.
Kid: Actually Level One is my favorite wrestler...your pretty cool too, but I like Level One.
Sabur: Leeevel Ooone...Yeah...ok Dick..take that kid over there please.
Lil Dick: (Whispering under his breath) Can;t believe your making me babysit this fucking brat.
Sabur shows his Lil Dick away, then turns toward the camera. Sabur picks up the APW heavyweight championship. He places it over his right shoulder proudly. Making sure to display his name which has just been screwed into place.
Sabur: Well folks that really fell apart...but lets just cut right into the meat and potatoes. Matt Metal, a legend in this sport. It seems that lately I have had to face nothing but legends lately, almost as if they backed the bus up from a retirement home, and let the old bags go on a tour of the APW. Well some people want to build the APW on the fruits of the old days, and on the names that were built in the past. Listen Matt I'm not going to trash your past or run it down. I heard plenty about you. Although I never had a chance to lay eyes on the shit you accomplished in IWC. CWF. WWC or any other place you pranced around the ring in. But what I have seen with my own eyes...has been right here in APW...and let me say...legendary would be the first words that come to mind. In fact I was wondering why exactly did you go under the knife, risk your mobility to come back to the world of wrestling. Between me and you..I think you wasted your money, the doctors time and skill, cause quit frankly you haven't done shit here in APW. I mean let us look at your accomplishments here...as a General Manager of Overdrive you were responsible for the worst ratings in the shows history. In fact the backstage diddy is that we almost got dropped from our network when you were in charge. Thank God Jeff stepped in to rescue his show...cause under the guidance of Nu-Metal...Overdrive would be on the BLOCK...the chopping block.
Sabur Smirks then continues on
Sabur: Then you had an opportunity to take Phate's title shot from him, but that failed just like all your ventures here. Hell I didn't even realize you were still under employment with APW until I heard you were feuding with Trevor Blackwell. A hell of a feud it was hunh...and now tonight...you jump out of the frying pan into the fire...oh wait you're a little well done after One Night In Hell...so it should be a walk in the park. You fighting me...should be no sweat hunh. I think not, in fact I think the exact opposite. I'm so sure this match will be a squash with me coming out on top, that I will make it a title match.
Sabur then stops talking looking to Lil Dick. The midget walks over as Sabur bends over lending his friend an ear. Sabur then nods in approval, then continues on.
Sabur: Alright well I was just informed I can't give you a title shot, I guess those are decisions for management, and for you I'd say thats a good thing. Cause if the title were on the line...it would just be another failure to add to your list of douche type achievements here in APW. Plain and simple I have come into my own here in APW, built by APW, and I'll be damned if some flashback, old timer is going to hand me a loss my first match after becoming world champion. Matt Metal tonight....
Just then the door flies open once more. This time the leather Jacket clad figure of Trevor Blackwell walks into the room. Singapore can in hand, and that evil bastard look drawn all over his face.
Sabur: Damn Trevor....I'm cutting a promo...what the hell man.
Trevor: Just figured I would come here, and offer up an celebration blunt with the new champ.
Sabur: Dude...you know I can't smoke weed before a match.
Trevor: Thats the only way to wrestle.
Sabur: Last time I got high...I saw a smurf...besides I'm thinking you just want me high, and try and trick me into giving you a title shot.
Trevor: I would never...so who you fighting.
Sabur: Matt Metal....Dude I'm not sure...I'm actually nervous...I mean Metal has taken you to the limits, and still keeps breathing, still bringing it.
Those words don't come across with that meaning to the Career Killer, they translate into "I don't know if I'm ready" or better yet "I've come so far...for nothing...I'm a pussy". Trevor Blackwell in a flash rips out his cane swinging it through the air, as if he were a skilled swordsman, and his blade was the tightly wrapped strands making up the Singapore cane. Sabur not even flinching, quickly catches the cane in his hand. He grabs that cane tightly, looking at Trevor with a smirk on his face.
Sabur: I know what your thinking...and that bullshit was a joke. The simple fact is this Trevor. Matt Metal will fall, at my hands. Thanks to you he has had a two month softening up process, running the gauntlet of Hell that is feuding with the Career Killer. Metal is formed, shaped, and broken with the power force upon it with a hammer. Well this Hammer is going to bring the pain to the Nu-Metal. First I will mentally punish this guy inside that ring, by beating his body. When I look deep into those eyes, and see his spirit broken...then I will end the suffering for him. I will give him the ending he will so desperately seeking. I didn't win this to get bitched out the very next week by a guy with a cock loving accent.
Trevor smiles at Sabur. Sabur then realizes that Trevor's mind is still thinking about cracking his cane over someone's skull. Thinking fast on his feet for a resolution.
Sabur: Listen Trevor...this kid over here is a huge fan...in fact about five minutes before you walked in...he was begging for me to introduce him to the Career Killer.
Trevor looks at Sabur like he is being swerved.
Sabur: He also said he would love a cane shot from such an Icon as yourself.
Trevor then creeps toward the young kid. His deep blue eyes pierce through the kids stare, speaking the unimaginable pain and suffering they have seen over the many years in the industry.
Trevor cocks his head sideways at the child.
Trevor: So is what he says true.
The boy nervous from the presence of the Excellence of Extreme. Not getting a response from the child Trevor turns back around. Lil Dick standing off to the side of the two, throws his voice like a ventriloquist. The voice calls out in the best kid impersonation possible.
"Hell yeah I want a cane shot"
That stops Trevor in his tracks.
"And lay it in there...don't be a bitch about it."
***CRACK***
In a swift move like a samurai, he cracks the boy in the forehead.
Trevor: Anything for a fan.
Sabur smirks at his Lil Dick, who has a look of relief on his face. Sabur then opens the door, holding it open for his former mentor. Trevor takes one step toward the door, then quickly cracks Lil Dick in the head with his cane. The midget drops from the slice, and hollers out in pain. The Career Killer turns smirking at the World Champion.
Trevor: You better learn how to work...you have to get up pretty early to swerve the king of swerve. By the way congrats champ...but the real test comes n keeping that belt.
Sabur closes the door after Trevor walks out. Lil Dick gets to his feet holding his head. Sabur smiles at his Lil Dick.
Sabur: Well....Lil Dick....there only one thing left to say...
Lil Dick: Whats that..
Sabur: YOU CAN'T STOP NU-METAL...FROM GRABBING COCK!!! frickin Dick Goblin!
The camera then fades out as Lil Dick places a bag of ice on his head.
