Post by Your JESUS on May 28, 2008 21:24:27 GMT -4
Sabur arrives at the venue for APW next event, back stage he talks with a few members of the production team, he ask for his time to go out and address the crowd. The discuss the schedule of the show, and Sabur then walks off. His face isn't lit up like usual, his seems a little distant, the look in his eye is usually one that has some scheme rolling around his head, yet on this evening the Irish Hammers peepers are glazed and lost. He then makes his way to his locker room before the show. He walks in sets down his bag, lets out a deep sigh and then exits the room. He then walks to the backstage area close to the entrance ramp. He then rolls his neck around cracking it from one side to the other, he clenches his fists, as the music from the opening video of APW plays, as the crowded arena is then shown, and pyro blasts off all throughout the entrance way and around the arena for the enjoyment of the crowd.
Harvey: Well folks fresh of the heels of a fantastic PPV, Mayhem.
Chase: Yes and tonight should have lots of interesting events after what the world witnessed last night.
Just then the lights go out in the arena.
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Sabur walks out onto the entrance ramp as the fans moo for the superstar. Sabur's waist bare from the diapointing loss at Mayhem. Sabur walks the stairs and enters the ring, he walks over grabs a mic and then takes a spot in the center of the ring. The mic held at the side of the Irish Hammer, who doesn't seem his eager, cheerful self. The mic is then lifted to his mouth as the crowd screams for the man of moo.
Sabur: You know I was pretty disappointed with myself, and felt like a failure, I really thought I would walk out here with a pretty new title strapped around my waist.
Sabur drops the mic to his side again, and then paces.
Sabur: And well here I stand, no title, disappointed....thats right, so first things first....were you people entertained last night...
The fans go nuts.
Sabur: Was that not the most electrifying TLC match to ever grace the world of PPV?
The fans pop with overwhelming screams.
Sabur: Now since you people got your money's worth and then some, show your gratitude, cause weather you love them or hate them, back stage Razor Ryan, Hardcore Kid, Jason Royce, and the new tag champs "That Team" are sitting in their locker rooms, and I know you people can pop loud enough so that the doors to those rooms will rattle, so let them hear you appreciation.
The fans erupt louder then an APW crowd has ever.
Sabur: Thats right, stand and give these warriors their due.
Sabur then claps his hands as the crowd noise is extremely deafening.
Sabur: Alright well at Mayhem I must say "That Team" was that damn good, They lived up to expectations, and did what most of the world knew they would, but the unexpected thing during the match, was just how hard it was for them to snatch the gold. They were given a run for their money, The like of THK and Royce stepped up and really brought something to the table, Me and the Bad Guy well you know I gets down, but "That Team" was the better team on that evening, and by all means they are not un beatable, so as for the tag titles, well there will be another day, and when it comes, the second go around may just have a different outcome.
The crowd moo's for the man named Sabur
Sabur: Now later tonight it's me and Spirit one on one, and she may just feel the wrath of the Hammer, the frustration of not bringing home the gold, she's a dangerous contender, but later on....one on one, the fans will Moo.
Cups his ear for the quick response as usual.
Sabur: I will hit the ring, flex these muscles, fire up the old suplex machine built within, and get to tossing this broad from one side to the other, and when I'm good and ready, it will be time to lift her on up, and then let her come crashing to the canvass, as I hook that little leg for the one , two , three.
Sabur drops the mic and exits the arena to the back stage area. He walks by the White Lion, the two stop and stare. Michael Lively has his new title over his right shoulder, he smirks at the Irish Hammer and walks away. Sabur turns and continues on to his locker room. Just before entering, a pair of workers from the marketing team walk by with a poster of Kaos wearing the world title. Sabur then fumes, and the he opens the door to the Sex and Violence locker room, and sets eyes on the Extremist Tony Blackwell seated rolling a joint with his title sitting in his lap. Sabur shakes his head and backs out of the locker room. Tony looks up at the Irish Hammer backing out.
Tony: What...never seen someone get offended by a little weed.
Sabur wonders around back stage, and comes upon the Hardcore Kid.
Sabur: Hey Kid...Nice job Sunday.
THK: I heard what you did out there, thanks man.
Sabur: Hey....how do you do it?
THK: Do what?
Sabur: Doesn't it drive you nuts....I don't know.... I get close...but then the glory of gold slips right through my fingers, I don't know I'm just feeling a little frustrated, I know we put on a hell of a performance, but I just don't want to be one of those wrestlers to go his whole career with no title reigns, you may be cool with this losing thing, but I just can't take it.
THK: Well.....
Sabur: Yeah I know...I'm bitching right now, and I'm sure you don't need to hear my crap, I just need to focus like everyone has said, and just plow through whoever is in my way, thanks Kid for the advice, I appreciate it.
The Hardcore Kid stands there puzzled, as Sabur walks away. A bit later Razor Ryan is standing at craft services drinking a cup of coffee, as Sabur comes walking up.
Razor: Hey Yo...nice match last night we had hunh?
Sabur: Yeah.
Razor: I would have told you after the match but I needed a little tending to, so whats up.
Sabur: Not much man, I got a match with Tara Jacobs later, but what about us?
Razor: What about us?
Sabur: I don't know are we still down to ride for the tag scene or what?
Razor: Yeah...of course...why wouldn't we.
Sabur: Well...just making sure I don't have to watch my back....I don't know...just thought you might Devon Cash me thats all, check you later.
Razor: Alright...man ease up.
Sabur walks off again leaving another fellow wrestler puzzled. As the Irish Hammer steps down the hall. The voice of Trevor rings through his mind, about his focus, his foolishness, his need to keep his head clear, and then he ponders the fact that Lively walked away from Sex and Violence and he now has achieved the success of becoming a champion. He then thinks about Razor, and how he has been right on the verge of success since his arrival of APW, yet has fallen short each and every time. He then wonders if the words of Spirit are true, maybe he has made some poor choices in his career, maybe he has aligned himself with people that do nothing but hold him back from his potential. His passion for this business is great, yet the fruit has not beared itself. He looks down at his waist to see nothing, and then thinks to himself, all this work, all for nothing. Am I destined for the Wrestling Hall Shame, sure people may herald me as a legend some day, but I will just be the legend that didn't hold gold. Dan Marino was a great football quarterback, some would say one of the greatest to ever suit up, yet the most talked about thing when the name Marino comes up is he never grabbed that ring. Sabur then looks up, his mind playing tricks on him seeing a glass ceiling. He then thinks...Thats it I must break through that glass ceiling, I have to grab that ring, I can not be held back, I will not be remembered as the man with no gold. A fury ignites within his eyes, and the veins in his ripped muscles bulge.
Awhile later the men inside the production truck are scared as the door comes crashing in. Sabur storms through the door, and charges at the man in charge, steam almost snorting out of his nose. The man is in a fury, he yokes up the head production engineer by the collar. He then sets the man down on his feet and straightens out the shirt he just ruffled up. Sabur cups his hand around the back of the mans head, and whispers in a calm voice to the engineer.
Sabur: In about three minutes when the show comes back from commercial, you are going to pipe in the feed from Phil's cameraman, and when he gives you the signal that will be the only time you break from the feed...understand?
Engineer: Y.Y.Yes...s.sir...
Sabur: Cool, and it's Sabur...not sir, and I'm glad we are on the same page, I would hate run in here later and start raging like a bull.
The scene then goes to commercial, as the sponsorship ends the show then returns.
There a frightened Phil stands holding the mic, as an enraged Irish Hammer stands next to him, as the light on the camera illuminates Sabur then instantly snaps to life.
Sabur: Let me paint a picture for you folks. Come along a journey with the Irish Hammer. The Hyped up future of physical sports. Coming off the success of high school sports and being shot out of a cannon, into the roster APW. With a clear mind, and raw talent....the journey began, and here we are now just a few short months into this career I'm attempting to build.
Sabur then takes a deep breath, looks down then grabs the hand of Phil holding the mic. The grasp of the Genetic Powerhouse bears down on the smaller wrist of Phil, and the Hammer begins to speak once again.
Sabur: Maybe your right.....no in fact you are right Tara. This whole time I've been walking around thinking you just some stupid ass tramp that needs to get her teeth kicked in, but yet I was wrong. Maybe it was hanging upside down from the ring by my ankle, or maybe it was watching a clump of humanity crash through glass and wood, or maybe it was the announcer stating to the crowded arena that we have new tag team champions and it wasn't me. Maybe this whole time I have taken you words lightly, and the reality of the situation is that you have hit the nail on the head each and every time. Maybe running around with Lil Dick's and following Trevor trying to gather as much schooling that I could was the wrong thing to do. Maybe Mayhem woke me up, gave me an enlightenment, Coming up short for yet another title has really done me justice for once. Maybe now I'm seeing things for once very clear, instead of the twisted, cloudy, comedy fueled, rainy days of the past few months. Maybe I'm done with the cane shots, maybe I'm done with the mid-card, maybe tonight the re-birth of Sabur is upon us, and maybe just maybe in the middle of "That Ring", one half of "That Team" is going to face an unleashed animal.
Sabur then looks over toward Phil who's face is bright red from holding in the scream of pain that is festering inside from the clench the Hammer's grasp has put on the tiny hand of Phil. Sabur lets go of the wrist, and looks back at the camera.
Sabur: I have a fury running through my veins, my gut has an uneasy feeling, and my waist feels naked. I have a thirst for gold, and my opponent tonight is a person that cut me off at the knees at Mayhem, from quenching my thirst. Tara Jacobs maybe I could thank you for this awakening, or maybe I could show my gratitude by spinning you around and dropping you on your head as a big thank you, then maybe I'll look at you a give you a big fuck you. Fuck you for holding my tag titles, fuck you for this fury I feel, and fuck you for jumping inside that ring, and not respecting what pain I'm ready to bring your way. Tonight it's Sabur, and it's Spirit....and all that will be left once that dust settles...is the Spirit of Tara Jacobs, cause the lifeless body that once housed the soul, will be carried out, and I'll will be there to lick up the blood left behind. I'm a thirsty ravaging beast, revenge is what I'm craving this minute. The match is made, and Tara is going to feel the agony of pain and defeat, tonight I spill some of "That Blood", and the fans see the Hammer drop. The House of Pain welcomes it's next guest, and the ambulance is awaiting your limp, battered body, so knock if you dare, make it out alive...if you're lucky. I am Sabur, and the game is over, the pain begins, and the fury is yours to be felt. The beast is loose, and I'm not to sure there is a man capable here to cage the wrath about to let loose, So Tara Jacobs....Kaos help your soul, cause here comes the pain.
Sabur then takes the head of Phil almost completely off with a violent clothesline, he stands there looking down at Phil, his chest pumping in and out as he takes large deep breaths with his fists clenched, and muscles pumped, the camera then shakes as Sabur lunges forward at the cameraman. Sabur's big boot comes flying into the lens, as it cuts to static. The engineer in the truck calls for the medical team to rush to the interview site to give some much needed attention to the downed Phil, then calls security to calm down the raging bull that has become Sabur, then scramble to switch to the camera feed pointed on the announce team ringside as Overdrive continues.
Harvey: Well folks fresh of the heels of a fantastic PPV, Mayhem.
Chase: Yes and tonight should have lots of interesting events after what the world witnessed last night.
Just then the lights go out in the arena.
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Sabur walks out onto the entrance ramp as the fans moo for the superstar. Sabur's waist bare from the diapointing loss at Mayhem. Sabur walks the stairs and enters the ring, he walks over grabs a mic and then takes a spot in the center of the ring. The mic held at the side of the Irish Hammer, who doesn't seem his eager, cheerful self. The mic is then lifted to his mouth as the crowd screams for the man of moo.
Sabur: You know I was pretty disappointed with myself, and felt like a failure, I really thought I would walk out here with a pretty new title strapped around my waist.
Sabur drops the mic to his side again, and then paces.
Sabur: And well here I stand, no title, disappointed....thats right, so first things first....were you people entertained last night...
The fans go nuts.
Sabur: Was that not the most electrifying TLC match to ever grace the world of PPV?
The fans pop with overwhelming screams.
Sabur: Now since you people got your money's worth and then some, show your gratitude, cause weather you love them or hate them, back stage Razor Ryan, Hardcore Kid, Jason Royce, and the new tag champs "That Team" are sitting in their locker rooms, and I know you people can pop loud enough so that the doors to those rooms will rattle, so let them hear you appreciation.
The fans erupt louder then an APW crowd has ever.
Sabur: Thats right, stand and give these warriors their due.
Sabur then claps his hands as the crowd noise is extremely deafening.
Sabur: Alright well at Mayhem I must say "That Team" was that damn good, They lived up to expectations, and did what most of the world knew they would, but the unexpected thing during the match, was just how hard it was for them to snatch the gold. They were given a run for their money, The like of THK and Royce stepped up and really brought something to the table, Me and the Bad Guy well you know I gets down, but "That Team" was the better team on that evening, and by all means they are not un beatable, so as for the tag titles, well there will be another day, and when it comes, the second go around may just have a different outcome.
The crowd moo's for the man named Sabur
Sabur: Now later tonight it's me and Spirit one on one, and she may just feel the wrath of the Hammer, the frustration of not bringing home the gold, she's a dangerous contender, but later on....one on one, the fans will Moo.
Cups his ear for the quick response as usual.
Sabur: I will hit the ring, flex these muscles, fire up the old suplex machine built within, and get to tossing this broad from one side to the other, and when I'm good and ready, it will be time to lift her on up, and then let her come crashing to the canvass, as I hook that little leg for the one , two , three.
Sabur drops the mic and exits the arena to the back stage area. He walks by the White Lion, the two stop and stare. Michael Lively has his new title over his right shoulder, he smirks at the Irish Hammer and walks away. Sabur turns and continues on to his locker room. Just before entering, a pair of workers from the marketing team walk by with a poster of Kaos wearing the world title. Sabur then fumes, and the he opens the door to the Sex and Violence locker room, and sets eyes on the Extremist Tony Blackwell seated rolling a joint with his title sitting in his lap. Sabur shakes his head and backs out of the locker room. Tony looks up at the Irish Hammer backing out.
Tony: What...never seen someone get offended by a little weed.
Sabur wonders around back stage, and comes upon the Hardcore Kid.
Sabur: Hey Kid...Nice job Sunday.
THK: I heard what you did out there, thanks man.
Sabur: Hey....how do you do it?
THK: Do what?
Sabur: Doesn't it drive you nuts....I don't know.... I get close...but then the glory of gold slips right through my fingers, I don't know I'm just feeling a little frustrated, I know we put on a hell of a performance, but I just don't want to be one of those wrestlers to go his whole career with no title reigns, you may be cool with this losing thing, but I just can't take it.
THK: Well.....
Sabur: Yeah I know...I'm bitching right now, and I'm sure you don't need to hear my crap, I just need to focus like everyone has said, and just plow through whoever is in my way, thanks Kid for the advice, I appreciate it.
The Hardcore Kid stands there puzzled, as Sabur walks away. A bit later Razor Ryan is standing at craft services drinking a cup of coffee, as Sabur comes walking up.
Razor: Hey Yo...nice match last night we had hunh?
Sabur: Yeah.
Razor: I would have told you after the match but I needed a little tending to, so whats up.
Sabur: Not much man, I got a match with Tara Jacobs later, but what about us?
Razor: What about us?
Sabur: I don't know are we still down to ride for the tag scene or what?
Razor: Yeah...of course...why wouldn't we.
Sabur: Well...just making sure I don't have to watch my back....I don't know...just thought you might Devon Cash me thats all, check you later.
Razor: Alright...man ease up.
Sabur walks off again leaving another fellow wrestler puzzled. As the Irish Hammer steps down the hall. The voice of Trevor rings through his mind, about his focus, his foolishness, his need to keep his head clear, and then he ponders the fact that Lively walked away from Sex and Violence and he now has achieved the success of becoming a champion. He then thinks about Razor, and how he has been right on the verge of success since his arrival of APW, yet has fallen short each and every time. He then wonders if the words of Spirit are true, maybe he has made some poor choices in his career, maybe he has aligned himself with people that do nothing but hold him back from his potential. His passion for this business is great, yet the fruit has not beared itself. He looks down at his waist to see nothing, and then thinks to himself, all this work, all for nothing. Am I destined for the Wrestling Hall Shame, sure people may herald me as a legend some day, but I will just be the legend that didn't hold gold. Dan Marino was a great football quarterback, some would say one of the greatest to ever suit up, yet the most talked about thing when the name Marino comes up is he never grabbed that ring. Sabur then looks up, his mind playing tricks on him seeing a glass ceiling. He then thinks...Thats it I must break through that glass ceiling, I have to grab that ring, I can not be held back, I will not be remembered as the man with no gold. A fury ignites within his eyes, and the veins in his ripped muscles bulge.
Awhile later the men inside the production truck are scared as the door comes crashing in. Sabur storms through the door, and charges at the man in charge, steam almost snorting out of his nose. The man is in a fury, he yokes up the head production engineer by the collar. He then sets the man down on his feet and straightens out the shirt he just ruffled up. Sabur cups his hand around the back of the mans head, and whispers in a calm voice to the engineer.
Sabur: In about three minutes when the show comes back from commercial, you are going to pipe in the feed from Phil's cameraman, and when he gives you the signal that will be the only time you break from the feed...understand?
Engineer: Y.Y.Yes...s.sir...
Sabur: Cool, and it's Sabur...not sir, and I'm glad we are on the same page, I would hate run in here later and start raging like a bull.
The scene then goes to commercial, as the sponsorship ends the show then returns.
There a frightened Phil stands holding the mic, as an enraged Irish Hammer stands next to him, as the light on the camera illuminates Sabur then instantly snaps to life.
Sabur: Let me paint a picture for you folks. Come along a journey with the Irish Hammer. The Hyped up future of physical sports. Coming off the success of high school sports and being shot out of a cannon, into the roster APW. With a clear mind, and raw talent....the journey began, and here we are now just a few short months into this career I'm attempting to build.
Sabur then takes a deep breath, looks down then grabs the hand of Phil holding the mic. The grasp of the Genetic Powerhouse bears down on the smaller wrist of Phil, and the Hammer begins to speak once again.
Sabur: Maybe your right.....no in fact you are right Tara. This whole time I've been walking around thinking you just some stupid ass tramp that needs to get her teeth kicked in, but yet I was wrong. Maybe it was hanging upside down from the ring by my ankle, or maybe it was watching a clump of humanity crash through glass and wood, or maybe it was the announcer stating to the crowded arena that we have new tag team champions and it wasn't me. Maybe this whole time I have taken you words lightly, and the reality of the situation is that you have hit the nail on the head each and every time. Maybe running around with Lil Dick's and following Trevor trying to gather as much schooling that I could was the wrong thing to do. Maybe Mayhem woke me up, gave me an enlightenment, Coming up short for yet another title has really done me justice for once. Maybe now I'm seeing things for once very clear, instead of the twisted, cloudy, comedy fueled, rainy days of the past few months. Maybe I'm done with the cane shots, maybe I'm done with the mid-card, maybe tonight the re-birth of Sabur is upon us, and maybe just maybe in the middle of "That Ring", one half of "That Team" is going to face an unleashed animal.
Sabur then looks over toward Phil who's face is bright red from holding in the scream of pain that is festering inside from the clench the Hammer's grasp has put on the tiny hand of Phil. Sabur lets go of the wrist, and looks back at the camera.
Sabur: I have a fury running through my veins, my gut has an uneasy feeling, and my waist feels naked. I have a thirst for gold, and my opponent tonight is a person that cut me off at the knees at Mayhem, from quenching my thirst. Tara Jacobs maybe I could thank you for this awakening, or maybe I could show my gratitude by spinning you around and dropping you on your head as a big thank you, then maybe I'll look at you a give you a big fuck you. Fuck you for holding my tag titles, fuck you for this fury I feel, and fuck you for jumping inside that ring, and not respecting what pain I'm ready to bring your way. Tonight it's Sabur, and it's Spirit....and all that will be left once that dust settles...is the Spirit of Tara Jacobs, cause the lifeless body that once housed the soul, will be carried out, and I'll will be there to lick up the blood left behind. I'm a thirsty ravaging beast, revenge is what I'm craving this minute. The match is made, and Tara is going to feel the agony of pain and defeat, tonight I spill some of "That Blood", and the fans see the Hammer drop. The House of Pain welcomes it's next guest, and the ambulance is awaiting your limp, battered body, so knock if you dare, make it out alive...if you're lucky. I am Sabur, and the game is over, the pain begins, and the fury is yours to be felt. The beast is loose, and I'm not to sure there is a man capable here to cage the wrath about to let loose, So Tara Jacobs....Kaos help your soul, cause here comes the pain.
Sabur then takes the head of Phil almost completely off with a violent clothesline, he stands there looking down at Phil, his chest pumping in and out as he takes large deep breaths with his fists clenched, and muscles pumped, the camera then shakes as Sabur lunges forward at the cameraman. Sabur's big boot comes flying into the lens, as it cuts to static. The engineer in the truck calls for the medical team to rush to the interview site to give some much needed attention to the downed Phil, then calls security to calm down the raging bull that has become Sabur, then scramble to switch to the camera feed pointed on the announce team ringside as Overdrive continues.
