Post by Your JESUS on Jul 19, 2008 0:18:31 GMT -4
Sabur standing in the backstage area looking on at the monitor in the back. Other wrestlers promos cutting loose prior to Overdrive going live. Just then Lil Dick appears out of nowhere, cause thats what midgets do, they just appear from thin air, or maybe it's because they walk below our visual line of sight, either way Lil Dick is now on the scene, and lets get to it.
Sabur: S'up Lil Man
Lil Dick: Not much
Sabur: What the hell...is that a Dianna Lambardo memorial armband...
Lil Dick: Sure is...they were passing them out earlier
Sabur: Yeah I have one...and plan on wearing it, but I will be sporting it on my arm where it belongs, not on my head in sweat band fashion like you
Lil Dick: Well it fits and I like it
Sabur: I can't believe I'm saying this...but it may be a little distasteful when people have to verbalize that Sabur's Lil Dick has a Dianna memorial band on it's head.
Lil Dick: Ohhhh...yeah that could be bad...
The two look at each other, then smile.
Sabur: Fuck it...it stays...
Lil Dick: So you and Tony teaming with the champ later...
Sabur: Yeah Alcoholics Anonymous are teaming up with the champ, but honestly I'm not expecting much out of Kenny Lambardo, with all he's going through, his game has to be off. So the way I see it is it's up to me and Tony to bring it home. Us pulling the match together, and beating the triple threat of Phate, Daniels, and Twister should be the best training, and preparation for our title match.
Lil Dick: Well shooting for the stars hunh...
Sabur: And hoping to at least land on the moon.
Just then Sabur feels the deep breathing of Tony Blackwell bearing down on his neck. Sabur turns around looking in the eyes of Tony. The two stand nose to nose, eye to eye, breath to breath.
Lil Dick: Would you two kiss already...
Sabur: Fuck off...
Tony: You just told your Lil Dick to fuck off, nice...so tonight is a big warm up, tonight we show them how we can work as a team.
Sabur: Yep outside the ring we disagree on a lot, I like Coke and your into Sprite, I like women and well...ok...I like hamburgers and your into slender hot dogs...maybe cause of the shape.
Tony steps forward to Sabur with a look like he was ready to engage. Sabur pats him on the shoulder.
Sabur: Calm down Tony...I'm just kidding, yeah later on we will work as a unit, in that ring I want to to rest assure that I have your back, and my number one priority is working with you as a cohesive team. Tonight the world is blessed with the coming of the next tag team champions, the world is blessed with the return of tag team wrestling, the world is blessed with the decimation of another team. A pure bread animal, and a war priest of destruction, on the same side, sounds like a deadly combo, a real threat to any willing to challenge us. Tonight is our chance to ball all that fury, all that disgust with each other into a solid piece of machinery, that will dismember the competition. Simple is that tonight in that ring, the House of Pain Corporation has just sold half the stock to an investor. Thats right boy's there are two landlords of that ring, two people to collect the rent, two muscle bound, vein bulging, warm blooded, wrestling assassins stepping into that ring. Thirsty for blood, itching to deliver a dose of pain, ready to get the fucking job done. The lack of performance rumor that has been swirling around the INTERNET has some truth to it, and you can bet every penny the six man tag match involves solid performers, stellar athletes, people who at this moment are the one trying to grab the APW flag and run it to the top of the mountain.
Tony: Yeah...well thats all true but you just laid that whole deal on me like I was the audience, like I was the one you needed to cut a promo on, the fans are out there, and well you fucking spit on me like three times during your rant. So simply put Lil man, you go out there, spit in the face of the camera, spew what ever garbage you wish, as long as in that ring you bring what I know you can, we will be just fine.
Tony then looks at Sabur, then down at his Lil Dick who is still wearing the black Dianna arm band on his head. Tony shakes his head in disgust and walks off.
Sabur: Wow...what a asshole...
Lil Dick: Well you were monologuing to him, he had a point.
Sabur: So then I guess we'll do it LIVE...
Lil Dick: Do what Live?
Sabur: FUCK IT...WE'LL DO IT LIVE....
Lil Dick: Hunh...
Sabur: LIVE....I'll cut a promo when we get on the air.
Later the show comes on air, some recaps of last weeks events flood the airwaves, then a few commercials, then once again they are live. The music hits...and Sabur enters the arena. He steps into the ring, to the screams of the fans, bends down grabs the mic, and....here we go...
Sabur: Alright folks..right to the buisness...later on I'm in a six man tag match...so lets do it. Austin Daniels first off congrats on the win last week, and picking up a title, but with all the joy ends here tonight. Tonight you suffer a loss, whether or not your the one who gets pinned, you end up on the loosing side. Daniels tonight our team bankrupts the house, and then simply put, I flip over the card table, kick the chips all over the floor, and bath in your blood. Tonight while you still battered and bruised from the insane match you had last week, I take full advantage of the fact I barely broke a sweat. You spoke about having just enough in your tank to make the cover last week, well from looks of things you spent all your money on that custom title, and didn't have enough refill your tank. So now that you are running on empty, I'm coming through to finish off the job, and send you to the scrap heap.
Sabur then takes a breath, turns to the direction of another camera man.
Sabur: Doctor Phate well some say you have been on a hell of a tear here, and from my point of view you posses all sorts of skill. As for your personal decisions, and unique style as they say...I kind of respect that, you are who you are. Unlike people like Spirit who run around claiming to be female, but in reality all see that Adams apple, you Phate are who you are, and bring what you bring, which seems to be a ton of skill and ability. Well in this match, I hope your technically sound mind is ready to deal with a powerhouse who is just as craft as any technical wrestler. I hope to have a hell of a showing, and personally can't wait for the chance, to be the man who scored a pin over Phate, or possibly giving you a first class House of Pain, either way it should be an honor to try and whip that ass. Bringing me to the man they call Twister.
Sabur then lowers the mic, runs his hand through his hair, then lifts the mic and finishes
Sabur: Now I spent some time under the guidance of Trevor, and remember a time when he spoke of you. Talked of your greatness, and I kind of thought to myself well, someday...thats right some day...I would get the chance to end some great wrestlers legacy. Well God does listen, and he does care, and answers prayers...now I have a little slice of that opportunity. Twister has returned, and none the less is involved in this match. So to be realistic...I will not be on the career kill on this evening, but can lay some serious ground work for the future. Tonight I find out what all the hype is about, why people spoke your name like you were some kind of legend, well this future hall of famer, this industry standard is coming to lock horns with the past, who has come to the present. I'm here to inform you there isn't much of a future for you here. So in all the point is you people are in for a great match later. Six men that care about this company, this business, and this sport are stepping in the ring to do war. Tonight strategies will be formulated, and put into effect. Moves will be made, counters will preformed, and sweat will pour, as six men do battle all for one ultimate goal, to be victorious. No promises will be made, except one....I'm coming to dish out some pain, cause you all will be standing in my house...win, loose, or draw...some one will get hurt at my hands.
Sabur drops the mic, lifts his hands for the crowd, pounds his chest, then leaves the ring.
Sabur: S'up Lil Man
Lil Dick: Not much
Sabur: What the hell...is that a Dianna Lambardo memorial armband...
Lil Dick: Sure is...they were passing them out earlier
Sabur: Yeah I have one...and plan on wearing it, but I will be sporting it on my arm where it belongs, not on my head in sweat band fashion like you
Lil Dick: Well it fits and I like it
Sabur: I can't believe I'm saying this...but it may be a little distasteful when people have to verbalize that Sabur's Lil Dick has a Dianna memorial band on it's head.
Lil Dick: Ohhhh...yeah that could be bad...
The two look at each other, then smile.
Sabur: Fuck it...it stays...
Lil Dick: So you and Tony teaming with the champ later...
Sabur: Yeah Alcoholics Anonymous are teaming up with the champ, but honestly I'm not expecting much out of Kenny Lambardo, with all he's going through, his game has to be off. So the way I see it is it's up to me and Tony to bring it home. Us pulling the match together, and beating the triple threat of Phate, Daniels, and Twister should be the best training, and preparation for our title match.
Lil Dick: Well shooting for the stars hunh...
Sabur: And hoping to at least land on the moon.
Just then Sabur feels the deep breathing of Tony Blackwell bearing down on his neck. Sabur turns around looking in the eyes of Tony. The two stand nose to nose, eye to eye, breath to breath.
Lil Dick: Would you two kiss already...
Sabur: Fuck off...
Tony: You just told your Lil Dick to fuck off, nice...so tonight is a big warm up, tonight we show them how we can work as a team.
Sabur: Yep outside the ring we disagree on a lot, I like Coke and your into Sprite, I like women and well...ok...I like hamburgers and your into slender hot dogs...maybe cause of the shape.
Tony steps forward to Sabur with a look like he was ready to engage. Sabur pats him on the shoulder.
Sabur: Calm down Tony...I'm just kidding, yeah later on we will work as a unit, in that ring I want to to rest assure that I have your back, and my number one priority is working with you as a cohesive team. Tonight the world is blessed with the coming of the next tag team champions, the world is blessed with the return of tag team wrestling, the world is blessed with the decimation of another team. A pure bread animal, and a war priest of destruction, on the same side, sounds like a deadly combo, a real threat to any willing to challenge us. Tonight is our chance to ball all that fury, all that disgust with each other into a solid piece of machinery, that will dismember the competition. Simple is that tonight in that ring, the House of Pain Corporation has just sold half the stock to an investor. Thats right boy's there are two landlords of that ring, two people to collect the rent, two muscle bound, vein bulging, warm blooded, wrestling assassins stepping into that ring. Thirsty for blood, itching to deliver a dose of pain, ready to get the fucking job done. The lack of performance rumor that has been swirling around the INTERNET has some truth to it, and you can bet every penny the six man tag match involves solid performers, stellar athletes, people who at this moment are the one trying to grab the APW flag and run it to the top of the mountain.
Tony: Yeah...well thats all true but you just laid that whole deal on me like I was the audience, like I was the one you needed to cut a promo on, the fans are out there, and well you fucking spit on me like three times during your rant. So simply put Lil man, you go out there, spit in the face of the camera, spew what ever garbage you wish, as long as in that ring you bring what I know you can, we will be just fine.
Tony then looks at Sabur, then down at his Lil Dick who is still wearing the black Dianna arm band on his head. Tony shakes his head in disgust and walks off.
Sabur: Wow...what a asshole...
Lil Dick: Well you were monologuing to him, he had a point.
Sabur: So then I guess we'll do it LIVE...
Lil Dick: Do what Live?
Sabur: FUCK IT...WE'LL DO IT LIVE....
Lil Dick: Hunh...
Sabur: LIVE....I'll cut a promo when we get on the air.
Later the show comes on air, some recaps of last weeks events flood the airwaves, then a few commercials, then once again they are live. The music hits...and Sabur enters the arena. He steps into the ring, to the screams of the fans, bends down grabs the mic, and....here we go...
Sabur: Alright folks..right to the buisness...later on I'm in a six man tag match...so lets do it. Austin Daniels first off congrats on the win last week, and picking up a title, but with all the joy ends here tonight. Tonight you suffer a loss, whether or not your the one who gets pinned, you end up on the loosing side. Daniels tonight our team bankrupts the house, and then simply put, I flip over the card table, kick the chips all over the floor, and bath in your blood. Tonight while you still battered and bruised from the insane match you had last week, I take full advantage of the fact I barely broke a sweat. You spoke about having just enough in your tank to make the cover last week, well from looks of things you spent all your money on that custom title, and didn't have enough refill your tank. So now that you are running on empty, I'm coming through to finish off the job, and send you to the scrap heap.
Sabur then takes a breath, turns to the direction of another camera man.
Sabur: Doctor Phate well some say you have been on a hell of a tear here, and from my point of view you posses all sorts of skill. As for your personal decisions, and unique style as they say...I kind of respect that, you are who you are. Unlike people like Spirit who run around claiming to be female, but in reality all see that Adams apple, you Phate are who you are, and bring what you bring, which seems to be a ton of skill and ability. Well in this match, I hope your technically sound mind is ready to deal with a powerhouse who is just as craft as any technical wrestler. I hope to have a hell of a showing, and personally can't wait for the chance, to be the man who scored a pin over Phate, or possibly giving you a first class House of Pain, either way it should be an honor to try and whip that ass. Bringing me to the man they call Twister.
Sabur then lowers the mic, runs his hand through his hair, then lifts the mic and finishes
Sabur: Now I spent some time under the guidance of Trevor, and remember a time when he spoke of you. Talked of your greatness, and I kind of thought to myself well, someday...thats right some day...I would get the chance to end some great wrestlers legacy. Well God does listen, and he does care, and answers prayers...now I have a little slice of that opportunity. Twister has returned, and none the less is involved in this match. So to be realistic...I will not be on the career kill on this evening, but can lay some serious ground work for the future. Tonight I find out what all the hype is about, why people spoke your name like you were some kind of legend, well this future hall of famer, this industry standard is coming to lock horns with the past, who has come to the present. I'm here to inform you there isn't much of a future for you here. So in all the point is you people are in for a great match later. Six men that care about this company, this business, and this sport are stepping in the ring to do war. Tonight strategies will be formulated, and put into effect. Moves will be made, counters will preformed, and sweat will pour, as six men do battle all for one ultimate goal, to be victorious. No promises will be made, except one....I'm coming to dish out some pain, cause you all will be standing in my house...win, loose, or draw...some one will get hurt at my hands.
Sabur drops the mic, lifts his hands for the crowd, pounds his chest, then leaves the ring.
