Post by Your JESUS on May 6, 2008 19:45:13 GMT -4
Sabur is seen back stage being the social butterfly that he is, he has a cold Budweiser in his right hand and is talking to a group of guys from the ring crew. The guys are shooting the shit as Lil Dick walks up and tugs on Sabur's shirt. Sabur looks down at his buddy with a glazed look in his eyes as he is buzzed from the beverages he has consumed after another kick ass APW show.
Sabur: What up?
Lil Dick: Did you see the card for next week?
Sabur: No why, just enjoying a few adult beverages.
LiL Dick: Well you are booked next week, and it's against the Lion.
Sabur looks at Lil Dick with a bit of concern, then that very look goes right into an evil smirk. Obviously one that is familiar with the mind of the Irish Hammer something unorthodox is defiantly swirling around in that head.
[glow=red,2,300]TWO DAYS LATER[/glow]
Sabur and Lil Dick board an airplane heading to the site of the next Overdrive. As the two make their way down the sky walk toward the door of the plane the exchange a few words.
Lil Dick: Dude I'm really shocked.
Sabur: Why?
Lil Dick: You haven't came up with any gimmick type promo ideas yet, no humorous spoof plots, it's just unlike you.
Sabur: Well lets see, I came in a serious prospect, and the fans do what go for the moo, I embrace it, hell ran with it if you will, and gave the APW a ton of quality, creative material to boost their ratings week in and week out, I don't know I guess I'm just not into it right now.
Sabur steps through the door of the plane and turns left and walks into the first class section of the plane. Lil Dick turns to follow Sabur when the flight attendant asks him for his ticket, and checks it over before responding to the small fellow.
Flight Attendant: Sir you are not sitting first class, you are in the back, on the right in A43 so please take your seat your are holding up the other passengers.
Lil Dick: I can't believe this mother fucker sat me in coach while he lives it up in first class.
[glow=red,2,300]AFTER THE FLIGHT, IN THE RENTAL CAR[/glow]
Lil Dick: That was a real dick move with the tickets
Sabur locks up the brakes on the rental car right in the middle of the street, car behind them screech to a halt and begin blaring on their horns.
Sabur: A dick move, let me remind you I purchased your lil ass online from some shit hole in Russia, the fact your are on a plane in general is priceless, let alone the things you get to experience, but I'm the dick, you know you bitching at me is really making me a dick, you know what fuck it.
Sabur hits the gas pedal and continues on to the venue in silence
[glow=red,2,300]IN THE PRODUCTION AREA[/glow]
Phil stands there with a camera man as Sabur walks up for the promo shoot.
Sabur: Hey, Dick go to the locker room, sit your ass there and wait for me.
Lil Dick scampers off as told, and Sabur step into the camera view. He rolls his head cracking his neck, prepping for the promo.
Phil: Alright lets do it......Alright folks I'm here with the Irish Hammer, a member of Sex and Violence, and one of the most comical characters to grace the world of wrestling...(Sabur shakes his head in disgust), Sabur so later on tonight it's you and former friend Michael Lively one on one, and it sure to be a bran burner.
Sabur: A barn burner, this match should pretty much steal the show, and you got it right Phil, former friend, although I question the entire friendship, hell I question everything going on with me as of late. Dianna might have struck a nerve with her last promo, you know I have been flopping around, going here going there.....
Phil: Sabur what are talking about are you ok?
Sabur: No I am not ok, since I arrived here I have been trying to make a name for myself, I possess all the skills, and since the start been searching for a gimmick, many have come down the pike, and right now I don't know. I have missed some key opportunities here and still hover mid-card, and now it's me and the Lion.....man I can't do this, I'm not in the mood for a promo, fuck it I just wont do one this week Phil.
Phil: (Motions for the camera man to turn off the camera) Sabur, you really aren't yourself, is this thing with Lively messing with you.
Sabur: I'm not sure Phil, right now I'm just not sure, I'm a wrestler and if my heart isn't in the promo does it really matter, as long as I go out when the bell rings and lay it on the line, isn't that what they fans want, isn't that what the management wants, they sit back there like puppet masters pulling strings,man fuck it I just am not sure.....I got to go.
Sabur walks off, and is seen in a hallway talking to Ms. Lively, as the camera moves in closer their conversation begins to be heard.
Ms. Lively: Yeah well he's my son, and I agree with every thing he does, and right now the Church is were we belong, and later it looks like you two will have to do that thing.
Sabur: It's cool, I just thought maybe, well you know I thought maybe last week was a work, but now that you prove thats it's all a shoot fuck it, yep FUCK IT!
Sabur walks off and can been seen entering the Church locker room. As he walks in the members of the CoK (is it me or is that redundant Member/Cok anyway) Lively stands and waves his arms motioning for the stable to ease up. The Lion steps up to Sabur, and the two are nose to nose. The tension is high.
Sabur: So last week was a shoot, this whole thing is a shoot.
Livley chuckles followed by his stable mates.
The Lion: You are telling me this whole time, I jump you from behind, set you up with my mother flashing the goods, and you thought it was a work, what about that nasty triangle that I locked on, nothing but a shoot as quickly you went to sleep, it was locked in solid.
Sabur: Honestly I was under the impression we were trying to sell it for realism, but no I see very clearly now.
The Lion: Yeah this is no joke, this isn't a cartoon from your childhood, welcome to wrestling my friend welcome to wrestling.
The Lion turns back to his stable mates and smirks, as he turns back a hard flat hand from Sabur slaps violently into his face turning him the other direction. The members of the CoK jump forward at Sabur as Lively calms them once again, he turns toward Sabur holding his cheek.
Sabur: Yeah well, thanks for inviting me.
Lively then spits right in Sabur's face, then the two explode toward each other as security and the members of the Church quickly separates the two.
Sabur cools off and is seen a bit later walking up to Phil and a camera crew, with a sick grin on his face.
Phil: Wow Sabur you look like you are in a better mood.
Sabur: Lets just say I have had a moment of clarity, almost a reality check, can you go live?
Phil: Yeah in about forty five seconds, the commercial is almost done, you sure you can do this.
Sabur: Just smiles and the three stand there waiting patiently, as the camera man signals that they are coming back from commercial.
In the arena the fans are all standing around, as the titantron then comes to life with the Irish Hammer and Phil backstage. The fans erupt in chants of Moo's.
Sabur looks at Phil, then closes his eyes to listen close to the screaming moo's which echo alway into the backstage area where the two men are standing.
Phil: Sabur tonight, it's you and .....
Sabur cups his hand over the mic, stopping Phil from speaking. The Hammer then pushes the mic down a little, and turns an ear toward the camera. The fans watching on the titantron continue the moo's. Sabur then uncups the mic and gently lifts Phil's hand up toward the hammers lips.
Sabur: Do you here that?
Phil: Yes!
Sabur: Thousands of the Hammers fans, Moo'ing in anticipation, never in sports entertainment history has a man created some much crowd noise. Sure you have your Hogans, your Flairs, your Blackwells, and your Lambardo's....
The moo's the quickly turn to boo's.
Sabur: Hell there have even been Brahma Bulls, but none compare to the Man-of-Moo, thats right the Irish Hammer.
The fans Moo!
Phil: So Sabur.....
Sabur cuts off Phil and pulls the mic back over his way.
Sabur: whoa do you moisturize,anyway Phil these people don't moo to here your round mouthed fat ass comments, and the Hammer chose you for the promo over the woman of the night Cindy Shannon for two reasons, the first is because the sexual tension between me and her is off the charts, and second you can hold the mic without me having to worry about some crab jumping hosts, so shut up, and let me give these fans what they paid their hard earned money for.
Sabur then moo's and it's countered by the response from the crowd.
Sabur: So it's on tonight, my greatest challenge, I step in the ring with a JESUS. Not to many people can claim they have wrestled with a God, but I soon will be able to add that to my resume. Sure the Lion is the Hottest Shit Going, and he is a talented son of a bitch, and a self proclaimed JESUS. Well tonight I journey to the clouds of heaven, walk right up and slap the lord right in the mouth, throws his ass out of the sky right into the center of that ring, and proceed to do what I do. I'm going to suplex this fuck through the mat, kick his face in. So Mikey since you are in the reality check business as of late, I'm gonna remind you of the fact that JESUS did shed blood, and tonight you just may face the same fate of the original JESUS, Lively tonight is your sacrifice. The bastard Michael Lively will be dealt a hand he will not be able to fold, I forcing you all in Lively, and I'm walking out with all your chips.
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Sabur: What up?
Lil Dick: Did you see the card for next week?
Sabur: No why, just enjoying a few adult beverages.
LiL Dick: Well you are booked next week, and it's against the Lion.
Sabur looks at Lil Dick with a bit of concern, then that very look goes right into an evil smirk. Obviously one that is familiar with the mind of the Irish Hammer something unorthodox is defiantly swirling around in that head.
[glow=red,2,300]TWO DAYS LATER[/glow]
Sabur and Lil Dick board an airplane heading to the site of the next Overdrive. As the two make their way down the sky walk toward the door of the plane the exchange a few words.
Lil Dick: Dude I'm really shocked.
Sabur: Why?
Lil Dick: You haven't came up with any gimmick type promo ideas yet, no humorous spoof plots, it's just unlike you.
Sabur: Well lets see, I came in a serious prospect, and the fans do what go for the moo, I embrace it, hell ran with it if you will, and gave the APW a ton of quality, creative material to boost their ratings week in and week out, I don't know I guess I'm just not into it right now.
Sabur steps through the door of the plane and turns left and walks into the first class section of the plane. Lil Dick turns to follow Sabur when the flight attendant asks him for his ticket, and checks it over before responding to the small fellow.
Flight Attendant: Sir you are not sitting first class, you are in the back, on the right in A43 so please take your seat your are holding up the other passengers.
Lil Dick: I can't believe this mother fucker sat me in coach while he lives it up in first class.
[glow=red,2,300]AFTER THE FLIGHT, IN THE RENTAL CAR[/glow]
Lil Dick: That was a real dick move with the tickets
Sabur locks up the brakes on the rental car right in the middle of the street, car behind them screech to a halt and begin blaring on their horns.
Sabur: A dick move, let me remind you I purchased your lil ass online from some shit hole in Russia, the fact your are on a plane in general is priceless, let alone the things you get to experience, but I'm the dick, you know you bitching at me is really making me a dick, you know what fuck it.
Sabur hits the gas pedal and continues on to the venue in silence
[glow=red,2,300]IN THE PRODUCTION AREA[/glow]
Phil stands there with a camera man as Sabur walks up for the promo shoot.
Sabur: Hey, Dick go to the locker room, sit your ass there and wait for me.
Lil Dick scampers off as told, and Sabur step into the camera view. He rolls his head cracking his neck, prepping for the promo.
Phil: Alright lets do it......Alright folks I'm here with the Irish Hammer, a member of Sex and Violence, and one of the most comical characters to grace the world of wrestling...(Sabur shakes his head in disgust), Sabur so later on tonight it's you and former friend Michael Lively one on one, and it sure to be a bran burner.
Sabur: A barn burner, this match should pretty much steal the show, and you got it right Phil, former friend, although I question the entire friendship, hell I question everything going on with me as of late. Dianna might have struck a nerve with her last promo, you know I have been flopping around, going here going there.....
Phil: Sabur what are talking about are you ok?
Sabur: No I am not ok, since I arrived here I have been trying to make a name for myself, I possess all the skills, and since the start been searching for a gimmick, many have come down the pike, and right now I don't know. I have missed some key opportunities here and still hover mid-card, and now it's me and the Lion.....man I can't do this, I'm not in the mood for a promo, fuck it I just wont do one this week Phil.
Phil: (Motions for the camera man to turn off the camera) Sabur, you really aren't yourself, is this thing with Lively messing with you.
Sabur: I'm not sure Phil, right now I'm just not sure, I'm a wrestler and if my heart isn't in the promo does it really matter, as long as I go out when the bell rings and lay it on the line, isn't that what they fans want, isn't that what the management wants, they sit back there like puppet masters pulling strings,man fuck it I just am not sure.....I got to go.
Sabur walks off, and is seen in a hallway talking to Ms. Lively, as the camera moves in closer their conversation begins to be heard.
Ms. Lively: Yeah well he's my son, and I agree with every thing he does, and right now the Church is were we belong, and later it looks like you two will have to do that thing.
Sabur: It's cool, I just thought maybe, well you know I thought maybe last week was a work, but now that you prove thats it's all a shoot fuck it, yep FUCK IT!
Sabur walks off and can been seen entering the Church locker room. As he walks in the members of the CoK (is it me or is that redundant Member/Cok anyway) Lively stands and waves his arms motioning for the stable to ease up. The Lion steps up to Sabur, and the two are nose to nose. The tension is high.
Sabur: So last week was a shoot, this whole thing is a shoot.
Livley chuckles followed by his stable mates.
The Lion: You are telling me this whole time, I jump you from behind, set you up with my mother flashing the goods, and you thought it was a work, what about that nasty triangle that I locked on, nothing but a shoot as quickly you went to sleep, it was locked in solid.
Sabur: Honestly I was under the impression we were trying to sell it for realism, but no I see very clearly now.
The Lion: Yeah this is no joke, this isn't a cartoon from your childhood, welcome to wrestling my friend welcome to wrestling.
The Lion turns back to his stable mates and smirks, as he turns back a hard flat hand from Sabur slaps violently into his face turning him the other direction. The members of the CoK jump forward at Sabur as Lively calms them once again, he turns toward Sabur holding his cheek.
Sabur: Yeah well, thanks for inviting me.
Lively then spits right in Sabur's face, then the two explode toward each other as security and the members of the Church quickly separates the two.
Sabur cools off and is seen a bit later walking up to Phil and a camera crew, with a sick grin on his face.
Phil: Wow Sabur you look like you are in a better mood.
Sabur: Lets just say I have had a moment of clarity, almost a reality check, can you go live?
Phil: Yeah in about forty five seconds, the commercial is almost done, you sure you can do this.
Sabur: Just smiles and the three stand there waiting patiently, as the camera man signals that they are coming back from commercial.
In the arena the fans are all standing around, as the titantron then comes to life with the Irish Hammer and Phil backstage. The fans erupt in chants of Moo's.
Sabur looks at Phil, then closes his eyes to listen close to the screaming moo's which echo alway into the backstage area where the two men are standing.
Phil: Sabur tonight, it's you and .....
Sabur cups his hand over the mic, stopping Phil from speaking. The Hammer then pushes the mic down a little, and turns an ear toward the camera. The fans watching on the titantron continue the moo's. Sabur then uncups the mic and gently lifts Phil's hand up toward the hammers lips.
Sabur: Do you here that?
Phil: Yes!
Sabur: Thousands of the Hammers fans, Moo'ing in anticipation, never in sports entertainment history has a man created some much crowd noise. Sure you have your Hogans, your Flairs, your Blackwells, and your Lambardo's....
The moo's the quickly turn to boo's.
Sabur: Hell there have even been Brahma Bulls, but none compare to the Man-of-Moo, thats right the Irish Hammer.
The fans Moo!
Phil: So Sabur.....
Sabur cuts off Phil and pulls the mic back over his way.
Sabur: whoa do you moisturize,anyway Phil these people don't moo to here your round mouthed fat ass comments, and the Hammer chose you for the promo over the woman of the night Cindy Shannon for two reasons, the first is because the sexual tension between me and her is off the charts, and second you can hold the mic without me having to worry about some crab jumping hosts, so shut up, and let me give these fans what they paid their hard earned money for.
Sabur then moo's and it's countered by the response from the crowd.
Sabur: So it's on tonight, my greatest challenge, I step in the ring with a JESUS. Not to many people can claim they have wrestled with a God, but I soon will be able to add that to my resume. Sure the Lion is the Hottest Shit Going, and he is a talented son of a bitch, and a self proclaimed JESUS. Well tonight I journey to the clouds of heaven, walk right up and slap the lord right in the mouth, throws his ass out of the sky right into the center of that ring, and proceed to do what I do. I'm going to suplex this fuck through the mat, kick his face in. So Mikey since you are in the reality check business as of late, I'm gonna remind you of the fact that JESUS did shed blood, and tonight you just may face the same fate of the original JESUS, Lively tonight is your sacrifice. The bastard Michael Lively will be dealt a hand he will not be able to fold, I forcing you all in Lively, and I'm walking out with all your chips.
Commercial
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