Post by Your JESUS on Apr 17, 2008 11:46:47 GMT -4
Sabur is in the backstage area, talking to a couple of producers for the APW hit Monday night Overdrive. Suddenly Sabur's head is covered with a black sack, as a cord is cinched tight around his neck. The Irish Hammer feels a needle jam into his arm, and the large man falls limp from the sedative that had just been given, obviously it had to be a cow tranquilizer. The large man opens his groggy eyes as he is awakened to the irritation of water drops upon his head. He's sitting in a dark room with a bright light shinning on him, a figure can be seen as an outline through the light. Sabur squints trying to make out who had abducted him. His nose catches a whiff of some really high quality grass, I mean really sticky, icky. Sabur: I know that smell!A clapping sound is heard as smoke rises toward the ceiling from the exhale of the abductor.
Sabur: Well you kidnap me, tie me to a chair, and attempt to give me the Chinese water torture, but now you really have stooped to a low, smoke a fat blunt in front of me, and not offer a pass, that is complete bullshit man, so you obviously are a sick, deranged, twisted fuck, and you tell me who the fuck are you!!
"Well big man, this is the beginning of your training" a familiar voice speaks out from the darkness.
Sabur: TREVOR?? I can't believe you shot me up with a tranquilizer, what the fuck are you doing?
Trevor: Well it wasn't any old tranquilizer, and it took the amount they give to an elephant to put your big ass down, and like I said, this is the beginning of your training, I'm gonna mold you into a Legend, I'm gonna breed a champion, and it begins now.
Sabur: So I'm gonna be like your apprentice...
Trevor: Sort of, well I guess thats one way to look at it.
Sabur: The Dark Lord of Hardcore wrestling has taken me as his apprentice, so do I get a light saber, whats my cool name going to be?
A swipe through the air whistles out as it is followed by a large crack.
Sabur: What the fuck, you just whacked me with that fucking cane of yours, man fuck....you nailed me right in the gig mark..great now I'm bleeding, dude!
Trevor: Your doing the childish shit again, as for the pain suck it up, a champion bears the pain, fights through the suffering,and can look past the blood, even welcome the blood.
Sabur: (in his best Yoda impersonation) Wow, so a believer in the force you are not..(trevor rears back again) OK! now the blood in running into my mouth, I'm welcoming the blood, recycling it if you will....
CRACK, another shot blasts across the forehead of the large man.
Sabur: FUCK, alright (Sabur takes a deep breath)
Trevor: Are you ready, you are going to walk down the path toward hell, and the only exit is on the other side, so needless to say there is no turning back.
Sabur: Yes, I'm ready for this, but you know I think you could have just sat me down and asked me to choose between the blue pill or the red pill like Morpheus, it would have been a little less illegal, I mean kidnapping, and torture, I'm not sure, but that may just be a crime in a couple of states.
The lights of the room rise, and Sabur tries to adjust his eyes to the light.
Trevor: Hey Lil Dick untie him.
Sabur: Lil Dick, you helped out with this.....I feel like an addict that has just had an intervention, ...so what type of training do you have planned.
Trevor: Well this tea party we just had, is nothing for the pure punishment you will soon endure.
The scene fades out and picks back up outside a shitty run down shack in the middle of the desert. A pair of motorcycles are parked next to each other. One of the bikes is the very familiar bike of the Career Killer, but the other is older bike with a sidecar attached. Sabur: Motorcycles hunh, nice.Trever: Yep with a sidecar so the two of you can roll, now hop on we gotta ride to do. Sabur quickly hops into the sidecar and puts on a pair of goggles.
Lil Dick: I think the sidecar is for me.
Sabur: FUCK YOU, I can't drive a motorcycle.
Trever stands there shaking his head probably wondering what he has just enlisted for. Sabur's Lil Dick hops on the seat of the bike and his lil feet are dangling down and cant reach the clutch or brake levers.
Lil Dick: Pussy, glad Trevor is going to make a man out of you, if I could only reach the pegs I could get us where ever.
Trevor takes his Singapore cane, and snaps the cane in half over his knee. Trevor pulls out a roll of Duct tape (cause that sort of thing just happens to be lying around an abandoned old shack in the middle of the dessert, cause you'll never know when you'll have to MacGyver some shit) Trevor proceeds to tape the two pieces of cane to the midgets leg. Lil Dick moves his legs and actuates the brake and clutch.
Lil Dick: Well should work.
Trevor: Try to keep up!! Fuck what am I doing (shaking his head)
Trevor hops on his bike and blazes off. The sight of a midget riding a motorcycle with a muscle bound cow looking man with wind goggles strapped to his face soon follow. The scene then picks up back in a shady run down trailer park Sabur hops out of the sidecar, as Lil Dick steps off the bike on to his custom Singapore can stilts courtesy of the Blackwell fabrication industry. The two men follow Trevor around the back where a make shift wrestling ring is erected in some grass. The yard around the ring is littered with weapons and trash cans filled with fluorescent bulbs. A few wooden rickety ladders are laid out next to one side of the ring. A group of young men seem to come from no where. The men are all scarred up and rugged looking like the family from the Movie Devils rejects.
Trevor: Let me introduce you to the Outback Wrestling superstars. A group of nasty sick fucks that battle just for the brutality of the battle. They entertain each other, and the few million other sick fucks that watch on their live web casts, and you my rather muscular friend are going to be involved on a triple threat against Mace ( a large scruffy man walks forward littered with bruises and scars, the man known as Mace is missing one eyeball).
Sabur: Dude he's missing an eye!!
Trevor: Yep, he got that name when he fought me, and I loaded his fuckin' eye socket with a whole can of mace, emptied the whole thing and melted that squishy fucker on out, and the other opponent is Evil Lyn ( As a young blonde walks forward, missing her two middle fingers on both hands, and no thumbs so that when she raises her hand in the air air she looks like she is always giving the devil props, or always wants to rock)
Sabur: WHOA!! that one is missing a ton of fingers, dude are these people even trained, will they be able to work with me, I mean the don't look like they no how to put me over.
Trevor: Thats right kid, kiss the fake shit goodbye, cause you enter reality right now, and you get over when you put yourself over!!!
Lil Dick rings a bell (cause what midget travels without a ring bell) The two back yard hardcore hillbillies charge at the Irish Hammer.
A back yard no rules, no training, just hardcore match.
[glow=red,2,300]SABUR VS MACE VS EVIL LYN[/glow]
Sabur quickly reacts with a big boot to the face of Mace as Evil Lyn gores the big mass of muscle. The scream of Evil Lyn can be heard as she yells out in pain. She makes it to her feet and her shoulder seems to be dislocated as her arm just sort of dangling. She walks toward the ring and smashes her shoulder against the ring post to pop the shoulder back into the socket. As Evil Lyn fixes herself for the rest of the battle, Sabur climbs up to his feet and sees a downed Mace still hurt from the boot, Sabur drops a leg on the back of Mace's neck. Quickly jumps up and is met by a trash can slamming into his head. Evil Lyn drops the trash receptacle and clotheslines the Irish Hammer, she quickly stomps his face with her boots, the tread breaks open Sabur's forehead. Mace flys in and bulldogs the woman onto the grass. Evil Lyn raises to her feet pulling the clumps of grass out of her mouth as she is met by a small end of a baseball bat jammed into her gum line. Her last front tooth goes flying out, as Mace turns and smashes the back of Sabur with the wooden bat. Sabur cries out in pain as Trevor smiles at the punishment taking place before his eyes.
The scene fades and returns 67 minutes later to appearance of what would be a White trash family feud. Smashed shards of glass, blood stained grass, smashed trash cans, loads of spent staples, thumb tacks, splinters of wood all tainted with a mixture of sweat and blood. The place would be a crime scene analysts dream come true plenty of evidence to inspect and comb over. Mace is face first through the windshield of a early 90's Chevrolet Cavalier with his bloodied forehead laying against the steering wheel. Evil Lyn is laid out on her back unconscious with her right ankle spun around the wrong direction. Sabur is outside the makeshift ring leaning against the ring post, his body gleaming with a mixture of blood and sweat. A nasty gash across his shoulder is spilling blood, his eyes have a look of rage, and fear, as his face is stained with the sweet cherry red coat of blood.
Trevor: Nice (as he applauds the survival of the Irish Hammer)
Sabur: Dude I'm cut bad, I'm loosing blood fast,
Trevor.
Trevor kind of laughs at Sabur walks over to Evil Lyn rips a part of her flannel skirt off. Walks over to Sabur and places it on the cut. Trevor then picks up a staple gun from the grass, squeezes the cut together as Sabur winces in pain. Trevor then Staples the wound together.
Trevor: Fucking flesh wound, that should fix it.
Trevor cracks a beer and hands it to the Irish Hammer. Sabur grabs the beer and gulps it down.
Sabur: They were like enraged, hungry animals trying to kill me!!
Trevor: Now instead of wrestling a match, you fought for your life, the survival instinct, and killer inside was unleashed briefly, we are just scratching the surface of the potential you hold.
Sabur: So Obi wan Kin obi, whats next!!!
Trevor slaps the cut on Sabur's shoulder as Sabur lets out a whimper of pain.
Trevor: Soon you will not even feel this pain, you'll work through it, and uhh never call me Obi Wan Kin obi, if anything I'm the Dark Sith Lord, or even Vader....
Sabur: HA, I knew you weren't all business, so since I just passed the first test, Does that mean I'm a Blackwell now, ahhh Sabur Blackwell that sounds fabulous.
Trevor bitch slaps Sabur right in the face
Trevor: No you are not a Blackwell, and never ever use the word fabulous
Sabur: Alright mental note, not a Blackwell, and never say the "F" word....Oh my Lil Dick come here buddy, I thought I wouldn't make it out of there, but I did it for you lil guy.
Lil Dick runs over and hugs Sabur, the two continue their embrace
Sabur: My Lil Dick, never thought I would touch my Lil Dick again.
The scene ends with Sabur holding his Lil Dick in his arms cuddling his cheek next to the pink solider helmet.
Sabur: Well you kidnap me, tie me to a chair, and attempt to give me the Chinese water torture, but now you really have stooped to a low, smoke a fat blunt in front of me, and not offer a pass, that is complete bullshit man, so you obviously are a sick, deranged, twisted fuck, and you tell me who the fuck are you!!
"Well big man, this is the beginning of your training" a familiar voice speaks out from the darkness.
Sabur: TREVOR?? I can't believe you shot me up with a tranquilizer, what the fuck are you doing?
Trevor: Well it wasn't any old tranquilizer, and it took the amount they give to an elephant to put your big ass down, and like I said, this is the beginning of your training, I'm gonna mold you into a Legend, I'm gonna breed a champion, and it begins now.
Sabur: So I'm gonna be like your apprentice...
Trevor: Sort of, well I guess thats one way to look at it.
Sabur: The Dark Lord of Hardcore wrestling has taken me as his apprentice, so do I get a light saber, whats my cool name going to be?
A swipe through the air whistles out as it is followed by a large crack.
Sabur: What the fuck, you just whacked me with that fucking cane of yours, man fuck....you nailed me right in the gig mark..great now I'm bleeding, dude!
Trevor: Your doing the childish shit again, as for the pain suck it up, a champion bears the pain, fights through the suffering,and can look past the blood, even welcome the blood.
Sabur: (in his best Yoda impersonation) Wow, so a believer in the force you are not..(trevor rears back again) OK! now the blood in running into my mouth, I'm welcoming the blood, recycling it if you will....
CRACK, another shot blasts across the forehead of the large man.
Sabur: FUCK, alright (Sabur takes a deep breath)
Trevor: Are you ready, you are going to walk down the path toward hell, and the only exit is on the other side, so needless to say there is no turning back.
Sabur: Yes, I'm ready for this, but you know I think you could have just sat me down and asked me to choose between the blue pill or the red pill like Morpheus, it would have been a little less illegal, I mean kidnapping, and torture, I'm not sure, but that may just be a crime in a couple of states.
The lights of the room rise, and Sabur tries to adjust his eyes to the light.
Trevor: Hey Lil Dick untie him.
Sabur: Lil Dick, you helped out with this.....I feel like an addict that has just had an intervention, ...so what type of training do you have planned.
Trevor: Well this tea party we just had, is nothing for the pure punishment you will soon endure.
The scene fades out and picks back up outside a shitty run down shack in the middle of the desert. A pair of motorcycles are parked next to each other. One of the bikes is the very familiar bike of the Career Killer, but the other is older bike with a sidecar attached. Sabur: Motorcycles hunh, nice.Trever: Yep with a sidecar so the two of you can roll, now hop on we gotta ride to do. Sabur quickly hops into the sidecar and puts on a pair of goggles.
Lil Dick: I think the sidecar is for me.
Sabur: FUCK YOU, I can't drive a motorcycle.
Trever stands there shaking his head probably wondering what he has just enlisted for. Sabur's Lil Dick hops on the seat of the bike and his lil feet are dangling down and cant reach the clutch or brake levers.
Lil Dick: Pussy, glad Trevor is going to make a man out of you, if I could only reach the pegs I could get us where ever.
Trevor takes his Singapore cane, and snaps the cane in half over his knee. Trevor pulls out a roll of Duct tape (cause that sort of thing just happens to be lying around an abandoned old shack in the middle of the dessert, cause you'll never know when you'll have to MacGyver some shit) Trevor proceeds to tape the two pieces of cane to the midgets leg. Lil Dick moves his legs and actuates the brake and clutch.
Lil Dick: Well should work.
Trevor: Try to keep up!! Fuck what am I doing (shaking his head)
Trevor hops on his bike and blazes off. The sight of a midget riding a motorcycle with a muscle bound cow looking man with wind goggles strapped to his face soon follow. The scene then picks up back in a shady run down trailer park Sabur hops out of the sidecar, as Lil Dick steps off the bike on to his custom Singapore can stilts courtesy of the Blackwell fabrication industry. The two men follow Trevor around the back where a make shift wrestling ring is erected in some grass. The yard around the ring is littered with weapons and trash cans filled with fluorescent bulbs. A few wooden rickety ladders are laid out next to one side of the ring. A group of young men seem to come from no where. The men are all scarred up and rugged looking like the family from the Movie Devils rejects.
Trevor: Let me introduce you to the Outback Wrestling superstars. A group of nasty sick fucks that battle just for the brutality of the battle. They entertain each other, and the few million other sick fucks that watch on their live web casts, and you my rather muscular friend are going to be involved on a triple threat against Mace ( a large scruffy man walks forward littered with bruises and scars, the man known as Mace is missing one eyeball).
Sabur: Dude he's missing an eye!!
Trevor: Yep, he got that name when he fought me, and I loaded his fuckin' eye socket with a whole can of mace, emptied the whole thing and melted that squishy fucker on out, and the other opponent is Evil Lyn ( As a young blonde walks forward, missing her two middle fingers on both hands, and no thumbs so that when she raises her hand in the air air she looks like she is always giving the devil props, or always wants to rock)
Sabur: WHOA!! that one is missing a ton of fingers, dude are these people even trained, will they be able to work with me, I mean the don't look like they no how to put me over.
Trevor: Thats right kid, kiss the fake shit goodbye, cause you enter reality right now, and you get over when you put yourself over!!!
Lil Dick rings a bell (cause what midget travels without a ring bell) The two back yard hardcore hillbillies charge at the Irish Hammer.
A back yard no rules, no training, just hardcore match.
[glow=red,2,300]SABUR VS MACE VS EVIL LYN[/glow]
Sabur quickly reacts with a big boot to the face of Mace as Evil Lyn gores the big mass of muscle. The scream of Evil Lyn can be heard as she yells out in pain. She makes it to her feet and her shoulder seems to be dislocated as her arm just sort of dangling. She walks toward the ring and smashes her shoulder against the ring post to pop the shoulder back into the socket. As Evil Lyn fixes herself for the rest of the battle, Sabur climbs up to his feet and sees a downed Mace still hurt from the boot, Sabur drops a leg on the back of Mace's neck. Quickly jumps up and is met by a trash can slamming into his head. Evil Lyn drops the trash receptacle and clotheslines the Irish Hammer, she quickly stomps his face with her boots, the tread breaks open Sabur's forehead. Mace flys in and bulldogs the woman onto the grass. Evil Lyn raises to her feet pulling the clumps of grass out of her mouth as she is met by a small end of a baseball bat jammed into her gum line. Her last front tooth goes flying out, as Mace turns and smashes the back of Sabur with the wooden bat. Sabur cries out in pain as Trevor smiles at the punishment taking place before his eyes.
The scene fades and returns 67 minutes later to appearance of what would be a White trash family feud. Smashed shards of glass, blood stained grass, smashed trash cans, loads of spent staples, thumb tacks, splinters of wood all tainted with a mixture of sweat and blood. The place would be a crime scene analysts dream come true plenty of evidence to inspect and comb over. Mace is face first through the windshield of a early 90's Chevrolet Cavalier with his bloodied forehead laying against the steering wheel. Evil Lyn is laid out on her back unconscious with her right ankle spun around the wrong direction. Sabur is outside the makeshift ring leaning against the ring post, his body gleaming with a mixture of blood and sweat. A nasty gash across his shoulder is spilling blood, his eyes have a look of rage, and fear, as his face is stained with the sweet cherry red coat of blood.
Trevor: Nice (as he applauds the survival of the Irish Hammer)
Sabur: Dude I'm cut bad, I'm loosing blood fast,
Trevor.
Trevor kind of laughs at Sabur walks over to Evil Lyn rips a part of her flannel skirt off. Walks over to Sabur and places it on the cut. Trevor then picks up a staple gun from the grass, squeezes the cut together as Sabur winces in pain. Trevor then Staples the wound together.
Trevor: Fucking flesh wound, that should fix it.
Trevor cracks a beer and hands it to the Irish Hammer. Sabur grabs the beer and gulps it down.
Sabur: They were like enraged, hungry animals trying to kill me!!
Trevor: Now instead of wrestling a match, you fought for your life, the survival instinct, and killer inside was unleashed briefly, we are just scratching the surface of the potential you hold.
Sabur: So Obi wan Kin obi, whats next!!!
Trevor slaps the cut on Sabur's shoulder as Sabur lets out a whimper of pain.
Trevor: Soon you will not even feel this pain, you'll work through it, and uhh never call me Obi Wan Kin obi, if anything I'm the Dark Sith Lord, or even Vader....
Sabur: HA, I knew you weren't all business, so since I just passed the first test, Does that mean I'm a Blackwell now, ahhh Sabur Blackwell that sounds fabulous.
Trevor bitch slaps Sabur right in the face
Trevor: No you are not a Blackwell, and never ever use the word fabulous
Sabur: Alright mental note, not a Blackwell, and never say the "F" word....Oh my Lil Dick come here buddy, I thought I wouldn't make it out of there, but I did it for you lil guy.
Lil Dick runs over and hugs Sabur, the two continue their embrace
Sabur: My Lil Dick, never thought I would touch my Lil Dick again.
The scene ends with Sabur holding his Lil Dick in his arms cuddling his cheek next to the pink solider helmet.
