Post by Your JESUS on Aug 8, 2008 13:10:17 GMT -4
Sabur standing in his locker room holding a piece of paper, when in walks Lil Dick. The midget drinking a Mountain Dew Slurpee with an orange straw. The Lil man kid size in stature, and possibly more mature then his handler Sabur. The midget know as Dick takes a big slurp, well cause that's what you do with a slurpee is slurp, anyway he sets down the cup and begins holding his head. Sabur looks down at the midget.
Sabur: Brain Freeze.
The midget nods yes.
Sabur: And they say I'm the young mined foolish one, but I'm am so educated that I know you ease into a slurpee, and no matter the overall goodness, and flavor, you inch your way through the frozen bits of flurry, well we all learn.
Lil Dick: What are you reading.
Sabur: Oh this, this is the roster, and it seems that things keep getting thick around here, this is the place to be, I mean you have Iggy Iguana's, Lil Stevie Hawkens, a couple of Ace's, a Joker, and the return of Kristina Blackwell, and is it me, but she seems so much hotter then before.
Lil Dick: Well I think she was going for the Catherine Zeta Jones look before, and now is possibly trying out a Hemme look.
Sabur: A Hemme look, what the fuck is that?
Lil Dick: I don't know...but it does look good hunh.
Sabur: Word (Slapping five with the tiny man) Well, like I was saying before we got distracted by the sheer hotness of the Hardcore Princess oh shit I'm doing it again, Dick the competition is stiff, the place is growing, and I'll be god damned if I didn't win gold yet.
Lil Dick: It's cool, just chill, when you get worked up, things usually get bad for me.
Sabur: Don't worry about it man, I'm good, it's just I guess I took those little miserable pukes for granted, I looked at them maybe a walk in the park, and got walked over.
Lil Dick; You aren't the first person to underestimate someone and fall victim to defeat, this time though it was a joint effort.
Sabur: No hats off to the champs, and hell I kind of look up to them for making Spirit a looser, and ripping that title from her, I fucking hate that bitch with serious passion, I mean I would rip her head off, reach down her neck rip out her heart and punt that fucking thing across the room...
Lil Dick: Whoa...what a weirdo, besides Tara Jacobs would smash your to the surface.
Sabur: Fuck that...I'll whip that ass, torture her in the ring, making her think rape was Christmas
Lil Dick: Alright..we should change the subject cause you are really creeping me out, besides she already whooped your ass.
Sabur: Alright maybe thats why when I get like this it gets bad for you.
Lil Dick: Want some Slurpee??
Sabur takes the frozen drink and takes a slurp.
Sabur: Well like I was saying, it's a matter of time before I get a title shot again at those belts, and when I do, it will be different, I will pull through.
Lil Dick: Well I hate to burst your bubble, but if you get a shot at those titles again, it will have to be a joint effort, especially if your going to win those titles..
Sabur: Yeah I know, I'm just sayin'
LiL Dick: It's sounds like your just sayin' you go at it all by yourself, and from what your sayin, I'm hearing a selfish, single sided, loner. Maybe thats why you have yet to hold tag team gold, you talk about you an Tony working well in the ring cause you have that same goal, that common ground, well from this short perspective there may need some work in that area.
Sabur: Nice so your say with our skills we are totally ready, and our power we are in the zone...
Lil Dick: as a unit...you two missed the boat, in fact your were at the train station when the ship set sail, and that probably why the Jobber Express ran through your two.
Sabur: You know what, I think I'm gonna be sick, please don't talk about them beating us, it's still makes me nauseous.
Lil Dick: OK, alright..my bad
Sabur: So later on my and the Extremist are facing off with the dynamic duo of Austin Daniels and Twister, I guess there is a rumor they might be aiming for a shot at the tag gold, then there is this new group on the scene.
Lil Dick: Yeah the Bourne Identity, Supremacy, Ultimatum....or some shit I have seen them around running their mouths.
Sabur: Well fuck em...but I must say my little friend, this title shot me and Tony have just been granted, I;m afraid may be do or die, and for some reason I'm feeling a little deja vu here.
Lil Dick: Really..some familiarity hunh.
Sabur: So tonight we work on our tag game, then move on down the line for the tag titles, and if then Jason Bourne, and Johnny Devine want some damage then they will be welcome to get their fancy ass whipped, and that'll go the same for the ACE, and Twister.
**KNOCK KNOCK**
Ring Crew: Sabur we ready for your in ring segment
Sabur then nods his head to the tech, puts on his new Affliction branded Irish Hammer shirt, and places a Warrior Wear hat on his head, then walks out of the locker room. The Hammer then makes his way through out the backstage area, getting close to the entrance area the crowd noise gets loud. Sabur then rolls his shoulders, and head prepping to enter the arena. The lights go dark and the music hits. Sabur walks out as the shower of sparks fall from the ceiling, Sabur looking out at the sea of humanity packed to watch the APW perform, and entertain once more. Sabur smiles to the crowd then heads to the ring to the melodic tones of Deftones. The Irish Hammer, and human wrecking machine enters that ring, snags himself a microphone.
Sabur: What up Canada...
Huge POP from the fans
Sabur: Ok so lets get right into it. Tonight me and Tony got to get a win here, or that title shot we were just awarded will pretty much be on shaky ground. Tonight we face the Ace Austin Daniels, and Twister in a tag match. This one will not be lost on a technicality, this one will be settled in the center of that ring, and sorry for our new found best buddies they will feel the pain, and agony dealt out by a twisted Blackwell and a juvenile Irishman. Twister, some call a living legend, I say just another wrestler, just another man with a body to punish, a face to smash. Twister all your skills, all your experience will be put to the test. Your feeling all good about yourself with your newly won championship, you recent homecoming, your throwing out of the first pitches. Well every one of those things disgusts me, everyone of those things anger me, while some say I'm jealous...I say SO!!! Maybe your kudos, and accolades do piss me off, and that is just another motivating factor of why I must smash this boot right through your face, why I must break your body, and torture your spirit. And on to Austin Daniels, you know something kid, your a hell of a hand, and hell of a talent, and a hell of a competitor, but thats just a few reasons why I bring your ass back down to the surface, check you back into reality, and smash that ass straight to the carpet. I'm only looking at this match like a couple of people trying to steal my thunder, steal my shot, steal my chances. Right now I say fuck tag team partner, if I gotta run in that ring carry the world on these shoulder again, this time I will get the fucking job done. Titles have eluded me for too long here, I have all the skill, I have all the needed drive, it just seems I may have the wrong associations. So if Tony feels like steeping up to the plate, then so be it, I'm sure in that ring when the bell rings we can see eye to eye for those straps, if he wants to come out and have a lackluster performance, and not take the match seriously then so be that. The way I see it I have never been in better shape, I have never been so trained and ready to roll. No longer will I be the bridesmaid, no sir it's big time, MY TIME. So later on fellas, I say just from my side of things you two have your hands full, and if Tony wants to bring some of that Blackwell fighting spirit then I'd say it's going to be a long night for you boy's.
Sabur then reaches into his pocket pulling out a flask, and holds it up in the air for the crowd to see. The camera zooms in on the flask to see the letters T. B. engraved on the front.
Sabur: Tony....I found this in the back, and it's chock full of Blackwell Blend Jaeger, and you and me both know the taste of this is second to none.
Sabur then places it in the center of the ring after taking a swig.
Sabur: I'm going to leave this here for you Tony...maybe this is that thing your missing lately, maybe this here will bring back that killer we all used to love and remember. I don't know about your family, or these fans, but I will take an alcoholic, Jaeger swigging, pissed of Blackwell any day over a sober, lackluster,depressed, no life having, shit stain of a waste we have had lately. As a new friend this is a call of help for Tony Blackwell, this is the plea for the return of the Extremist that we used to love. The war is over, and your are no priest...just a sick twisted, bad ass liquor drinking, body breaking mother fucker. If that son of a bitch wants to show himself, I'll be waiting out here later, ready to do the damn thing by your side.
Sabur drops the mic then plays to the fans a bit before exiting the arena.
Sabur: Brain Freeze.
The midget nods yes.
Sabur: And they say I'm the young mined foolish one, but I'm am so educated that I know you ease into a slurpee, and no matter the overall goodness, and flavor, you inch your way through the frozen bits of flurry, well we all learn.
Lil Dick: What are you reading.
Sabur: Oh this, this is the roster, and it seems that things keep getting thick around here, this is the place to be, I mean you have Iggy Iguana's, Lil Stevie Hawkens, a couple of Ace's, a Joker, and the return of Kristina Blackwell, and is it me, but she seems so much hotter then before.
Lil Dick: Well I think she was going for the Catherine Zeta Jones look before, and now is possibly trying out a Hemme look.
Sabur: A Hemme look, what the fuck is that?
Lil Dick: I don't know...but it does look good hunh.
Sabur: Word (Slapping five with the tiny man) Well, like I was saying before we got distracted by the sheer hotness of the Hardcore Princess oh shit I'm doing it again, Dick the competition is stiff, the place is growing, and I'll be god damned if I didn't win gold yet.
Lil Dick: It's cool, just chill, when you get worked up, things usually get bad for me.
Sabur: Don't worry about it man, I'm good, it's just I guess I took those little miserable pukes for granted, I looked at them maybe a walk in the park, and got walked over.
Lil Dick; You aren't the first person to underestimate someone and fall victim to defeat, this time though it was a joint effort.
Sabur: No hats off to the champs, and hell I kind of look up to them for making Spirit a looser, and ripping that title from her, I fucking hate that bitch with serious passion, I mean I would rip her head off, reach down her neck rip out her heart and punt that fucking thing across the room...
Lil Dick: Whoa...what a weirdo, besides Tara Jacobs would smash your to the surface.
Sabur: Fuck that...I'll whip that ass, torture her in the ring, making her think rape was Christmas
Lil Dick: Alright..we should change the subject cause you are really creeping me out, besides she already whooped your ass.
Sabur: Alright maybe thats why when I get like this it gets bad for you.
Lil Dick: Want some Slurpee??
Sabur takes the frozen drink and takes a slurp.
Sabur: Well like I was saying, it's a matter of time before I get a title shot again at those belts, and when I do, it will be different, I will pull through.
Lil Dick: Well I hate to burst your bubble, but if you get a shot at those titles again, it will have to be a joint effort, especially if your going to win those titles..
Sabur: Yeah I know, I'm just sayin'
LiL Dick: It's sounds like your just sayin' you go at it all by yourself, and from what your sayin, I'm hearing a selfish, single sided, loner. Maybe thats why you have yet to hold tag team gold, you talk about you an Tony working well in the ring cause you have that same goal, that common ground, well from this short perspective there may need some work in that area.
Sabur: Nice so your say with our skills we are totally ready, and our power we are in the zone...
Lil Dick: as a unit...you two missed the boat, in fact your were at the train station when the ship set sail, and that probably why the Jobber Express ran through your two.
Sabur: You know what, I think I'm gonna be sick, please don't talk about them beating us, it's still makes me nauseous.
Lil Dick: OK, alright..my bad
Sabur: So later on my and the Extremist are facing off with the dynamic duo of Austin Daniels and Twister, I guess there is a rumor they might be aiming for a shot at the tag gold, then there is this new group on the scene.
Lil Dick: Yeah the Bourne Identity, Supremacy, Ultimatum....or some shit I have seen them around running their mouths.
Sabur: Well fuck em...but I must say my little friend, this title shot me and Tony have just been granted, I;m afraid may be do or die, and for some reason I'm feeling a little deja vu here.
Lil Dick: Really..some familiarity hunh.
Sabur: So tonight we work on our tag game, then move on down the line for the tag titles, and if then Jason Bourne, and Johnny Devine want some damage then they will be welcome to get their fancy ass whipped, and that'll go the same for the ACE, and Twister.
**KNOCK KNOCK**
Ring Crew: Sabur we ready for your in ring segment
Sabur then nods his head to the tech, puts on his new Affliction branded Irish Hammer shirt, and places a Warrior Wear hat on his head, then walks out of the locker room. The Hammer then makes his way through out the backstage area, getting close to the entrance area the crowd noise gets loud. Sabur then rolls his shoulders, and head prepping to enter the arena. The lights go dark and the music hits. Sabur walks out as the shower of sparks fall from the ceiling, Sabur looking out at the sea of humanity packed to watch the APW perform, and entertain once more. Sabur smiles to the crowd then heads to the ring to the melodic tones of Deftones. The Irish Hammer, and human wrecking machine enters that ring, snags himself a microphone.
Sabur: What up Canada...
Huge POP from the fans
Sabur: Ok so lets get right into it. Tonight me and Tony got to get a win here, or that title shot we were just awarded will pretty much be on shaky ground. Tonight we face the Ace Austin Daniels, and Twister in a tag match. This one will not be lost on a technicality, this one will be settled in the center of that ring, and sorry for our new found best buddies they will feel the pain, and agony dealt out by a twisted Blackwell and a juvenile Irishman. Twister, some call a living legend, I say just another wrestler, just another man with a body to punish, a face to smash. Twister all your skills, all your experience will be put to the test. Your feeling all good about yourself with your newly won championship, you recent homecoming, your throwing out of the first pitches. Well every one of those things disgusts me, everyone of those things anger me, while some say I'm jealous...I say SO!!! Maybe your kudos, and accolades do piss me off, and that is just another motivating factor of why I must smash this boot right through your face, why I must break your body, and torture your spirit. And on to Austin Daniels, you know something kid, your a hell of a hand, and hell of a talent, and a hell of a competitor, but thats just a few reasons why I bring your ass back down to the surface, check you back into reality, and smash that ass straight to the carpet. I'm only looking at this match like a couple of people trying to steal my thunder, steal my shot, steal my chances. Right now I say fuck tag team partner, if I gotta run in that ring carry the world on these shoulder again, this time I will get the fucking job done. Titles have eluded me for too long here, I have all the skill, I have all the needed drive, it just seems I may have the wrong associations. So if Tony feels like steeping up to the plate, then so be it, I'm sure in that ring when the bell rings we can see eye to eye for those straps, if he wants to come out and have a lackluster performance, and not take the match seriously then so be that. The way I see it I have never been in better shape, I have never been so trained and ready to roll. No longer will I be the bridesmaid, no sir it's big time, MY TIME. So later on fellas, I say just from my side of things you two have your hands full, and if Tony wants to bring some of that Blackwell fighting spirit then I'd say it's going to be a long night for you boy's.
Sabur then reaches into his pocket pulling out a flask, and holds it up in the air for the crowd to see. The camera zooms in on the flask to see the letters T. B. engraved on the front.
Sabur: Tony....I found this in the back, and it's chock full of Blackwell Blend Jaeger, and you and me both know the taste of this is second to none.
Sabur then places it in the center of the ring after taking a swig.
Sabur: I'm going to leave this here for you Tony...maybe this is that thing your missing lately, maybe this here will bring back that killer we all used to love and remember. I don't know about your family, or these fans, but I will take an alcoholic, Jaeger swigging, pissed of Blackwell any day over a sober, lackluster,depressed, no life having, shit stain of a waste we have had lately. As a new friend this is a call of help for Tony Blackwell, this is the plea for the return of the Extremist that we used to love. The war is over, and your are no priest...just a sick twisted, bad ass liquor drinking, body breaking mother fucker. If that son of a bitch wants to show himself, I'll be waiting out here later, ready to do the damn thing by your side.
Sabur drops the mic then plays to the fans a bit before exiting the arena.
