Post by Your JESUS on Aug 13, 2008 21:09:35 GMT -4
Lights out in the arena, and the roar from the fans is intense as they wait in anticipation for who is coming out. Then some music begins to play....
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As the music continues and the fans wonder who is making their way out, then from the curtain explodes Sabur sideways across the stage rolling his fist in a Shane-o-mac fashion. Sabur wearing his Affliction shirt, and a pair of black jean shorts. The man then goes to one side of the stage lifting his hand for the fans, then going to the other side getting the pop from that side of the arena. Sabur makes it back to the center of the stage area, pulls a mic out of his back pocket. He stops bends down holding the mic to his mouth, then arches his back with the mic in the air then hollers out...
Sabur: Gotcha!....What the fuck is going on Edmonton....alright lets dive into it...there is a rumor going around that some guy just fought over the last weekend for a company that promotes mixed martial arts, and apparently this guy resembles me very closely. So the APW has a no compete clause in my contract, and I can say that I didn't not compete in a MMA fight, but if I will say that guy was insane and packed some serious power in his hands. Now if a guy like myself would take up MMA to train for tag team contention the current champs would have some reason for concern, but lucky for them I'll stick to the story that it wasn't me.
Sabur then walks down the ramp a little and backs up to the fans lining the aisle. The fans embrace the man of moo, and he holds the mic up and shoots more.
Sabur: Ok...now that that rumor has been dealt with, on to the next bit of business on my mind...this one has been there in my head for quite some time...the return of Fyre Angel...I couldn't have been more excited, until the news broke that Kristina Blackwell was back on the scene. Now these women aren't just lookers, but a couple of dangerous pieces of nasty in the ring, advice to those not in the know, take it from me...as hot as these women are....in the ring they sizzle even more...so tread lightly. Now let me move on to this evening, me and Tony...wait, wait....before this evening let us revisit last week. A couple of guy's were running their mouths, possibly doubting me and Tony's position in the tag team rankings. Well they had a shot, had a chance to unseat us, and thanks to my partner stepping up for real, in a major way, they felt the power, the wrath, and entered the house of pain. Words of lessons in teamwork, advise on how well people work together we offered up, and in the end it was the two of them who faltered. So Edmonton....after last weeks win...I ask you...Who Hits Harder?
The fans respond with a unanimous "No one except Tony Blackwell"
Sabur: Thats right...The Duke of Drunk is baaaacckk!!! I'd say Hardcore Ice had better pay close attention, I hope they saw what went down last week...but if you girls missed it then tonight should be an eye opener for ya. Tonight the Alcoholics Anonymous go Hollywood, yes sir we face off with the Scorpion King...and Luke Skywalker....some dark lord and his servant, apprentice...either way take it from me...the apprentice thing doesn't work out so well. So here we are in Edmonton, and the Jason Bourne Supremacy, Ultimatum, or Identity is facing off with the number one contenders to the tag team throne. You know something the scorpion is so played out, I mean that symbol lost it's edge in the nineties along with the panther, and hammer pants...can't touch this.
Sabur does his M.C. Hammer dance down the aisle a bit.
Sabur: Besides the scorpion poses no serious threat to me, I mean unless I'm asleep, I really don't see some shit bag insect walking up to me, and stabbing me with it's stinger, I'll mash that fucker to the carpet, just like me and Tony plan to do with you boy's later on tonight. Since your arrival...there's been this hype, this banter about how great you are as a team, and how your going to waltz in and snag up the most prestigious prize in tag team history. That says something to me...you have no respect...there is one thing I have learned along the way here in APW...if you show no respect for your opponent, then they may just walk all over you. I didn't respect That Team when they were champions, and didn't respect Hardcore Ice as champions....and have been shown that I don't respect the titles. Well some things change and others stay the same. My level of respect has swung into view, and my level of destruction is still the same. History has a way of repeating itself, while chapters change. The chapter in my career is ready to conclude, and begin a new, while the role of unrespecting, shit-stain smart ass gets played by you fools. Tonight me and Tony step in that ring, ready to show the world what we are capable of once more. Ready to send a clear message to Hardcore Ice that the next match will be no walk in the park, it will be no picnic, you two are good champions, dethroned a great team to be where you are...and for once I found the respect for that. Tonight though the Paralyzers get taught a little respect of their own. Me and Tony will teach them some manors....or break there miserable bones into dust along the way. You two are new around here, so let me explain something to ya's.
Sabur points to the ring in the center of the arena.
Sabur: That right there is my House....and later on tonight the Bourne Paralyzer's have a invitation for two.....
Just then Killing in the Name by Rag Against the Machine hits the PA, and the crowd explodes with cheers. Out walks Tony Blackwell wearing his exclusive shirt only found at APWshop.com. He lifts his hands for the crowd, and makes his way down the ramp toward Sabur.
Tony: Table for two....calling two lame duck noobs for the House of Pain.
Tony pulls out his flask takes swig, then slams it into his partners chest. Sabur chugs some of the Blackwell Blend down, then shakes his head pounding his chest to get through the burn. Tony Blackwell slaps five with a few fans as he walks back up the ramp, just before exiting behind the curtain he snags his flask back from Sabur who seems to still be hurt from the first chug.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=
As the music continues and the fans wonder who is making their way out, then from the curtain explodes Sabur sideways across the stage rolling his fist in a Shane-o-mac fashion. Sabur wearing his Affliction shirt, and a pair of black jean shorts. The man then goes to one side of the stage lifting his hand for the fans, then going to the other side getting the pop from that side of the arena. Sabur makes it back to the center of the stage area, pulls a mic out of his back pocket. He stops bends down holding the mic to his mouth, then arches his back with the mic in the air then hollers out...
Sabur: Gotcha!....What the fuck is going on Edmonton....alright lets dive into it...there is a rumor going around that some guy just fought over the last weekend for a company that promotes mixed martial arts, and apparently this guy resembles me very closely. So the APW has a no compete clause in my contract, and I can say that I didn't not compete in a MMA fight, but if I will say that guy was insane and packed some serious power in his hands. Now if a guy like myself would take up MMA to train for tag team contention the current champs would have some reason for concern, but lucky for them I'll stick to the story that it wasn't me.
Sabur then walks down the ramp a little and backs up to the fans lining the aisle. The fans embrace the man of moo, and he holds the mic up and shoots more.
Sabur: Ok...now that that rumor has been dealt with, on to the next bit of business on my mind...this one has been there in my head for quite some time...the return of Fyre Angel...I couldn't have been more excited, until the news broke that Kristina Blackwell was back on the scene. Now these women aren't just lookers, but a couple of dangerous pieces of nasty in the ring, advice to those not in the know, take it from me...as hot as these women are....in the ring they sizzle even more...so tread lightly. Now let me move on to this evening, me and Tony...wait, wait....before this evening let us revisit last week. A couple of guy's were running their mouths, possibly doubting me and Tony's position in the tag team rankings. Well they had a shot, had a chance to unseat us, and thanks to my partner stepping up for real, in a major way, they felt the power, the wrath, and entered the house of pain. Words of lessons in teamwork, advise on how well people work together we offered up, and in the end it was the two of them who faltered. So Edmonton....after last weeks win...I ask you...Who Hits Harder?
The fans respond with a unanimous "No one except Tony Blackwell"
Sabur: Thats right...The Duke of Drunk is baaaacckk!!! I'd say Hardcore Ice had better pay close attention, I hope they saw what went down last week...but if you girls missed it then tonight should be an eye opener for ya. Tonight the Alcoholics Anonymous go Hollywood, yes sir we face off with the Scorpion King...and Luke Skywalker....some dark lord and his servant, apprentice...either way take it from me...the apprentice thing doesn't work out so well. So here we are in Edmonton, and the Jason Bourne Supremacy, Ultimatum, or Identity is facing off with the number one contenders to the tag team throne. You know something the scorpion is so played out, I mean that symbol lost it's edge in the nineties along with the panther, and hammer pants...can't touch this.
Sabur does his M.C. Hammer dance down the aisle a bit.
Sabur: Besides the scorpion poses no serious threat to me, I mean unless I'm asleep, I really don't see some shit bag insect walking up to me, and stabbing me with it's stinger, I'll mash that fucker to the carpet, just like me and Tony plan to do with you boy's later on tonight. Since your arrival...there's been this hype, this banter about how great you are as a team, and how your going to waltz in and snag up the most prestigious prize in tag team history. That says something to me...you have no respect...there is one thing I have learned along the way here in APW...if you show no respect for your opponent, then they may just walk all over you. I didn't respect That Team when they were champions, and didn't respect Hardcore Ice as champions....and have been shown that I don't respect the titles. Well some things change and others stay the same. My level of respect has swung into view, and my level of destruction is still the same. History has a way of repeating itself, while chapters change. The chapter in my career is ready to conclude, and begin a new, while the role of unrespecting, shit-stain smart ass gets played by you fools. Tonight me and Tony step in that ring, ready to show the world what we are capable of once more. Ready to send a clear message to Hardcore Ice that the next match will be no walk in the park, it will be no picnic, you two are good champions, dethroned a great team to be where you are...and for once I found the respect for that. Tonight though the Paralyzers get taught a little respect of their own. Me and Tony will teach them some manors....or break there miserable bones into dust along the way. You two are new around here, so let me explain something to ya's.
Sabur points to the ring in the center of the arena.
Sabur: That right there is my House....and later on tonight the Bourne Paralyzer's have a invitation for two.....
Just then Killing in the Name by Rag Against the Machine hits the PA, and the crowd explodes with cheers. Out walks Tony Blackwell wearing his exclusive shirt only found at APWshop.com. He lifts his hands for the crowd, and makes his way down the ramp toward Sabur.
Tony: Table for two....calling two lame duck noobs for the House of Pain.
Tony pulls out his flask takes swig, then slams it into his partners chest. Sabur chugs some of the Blackwell Blend down, then shakes his head pounding his chest to get through the burn. Tony Blackwell slaps five with a few fans as he walks back up the ramp, just before exiting behind the curtain he snags his flask back from Sabur who seems to still be hurt from the first chug.
