Post by Your JESUS on Feb 26, 2008 22:15:48 GMT -4
The newly famous black Shelby GT 500 KR edition speeds down Gowan ave in the northwest part of Las Vegas. The car know as Knight Industries Three Thousand slides left into a neighborhood off a Gowan, the car then slides left again as smoke billows from under the tires. Sabur sits in the driver seat, one only knows if he really is driving the performance machince. The APW superstar talks on his Motorolla blue tooth headset.
Sabur: I'm telling you it's the best fed out there, filled with a grip of good talents. Yeah, theres are really intense hardcore circuit, yeah that match was fucking nuts, I'm suprised those freaking Blackwell siblings are still alive, what a shame I say, that Kristina is a looker, burn marks and all. Yep, we've got a predigree of the busisiness, John Green, some serious high flyers, and an ICEMAN, yep a real mordern day Goldberg, except without the undefeated streak, more like a lossing streak, I can't wait for the count down, 0-99, and the there a few others, that I can't mention because it drives them nutts when they are ignored in a promo (for you Mr. Elite) Well you should consider jumping onboard, my agent will hook you up, allright well I'm here at his house now.....yeah going to go over some gimmick ideas I've been working on, let me know, later my friend.
The fast machine comes to a hault in front of a house in this quiet N/W part of town. The engine cuts off and the door opens, Sabur steps out, and walks to the house. The door opens as Sabur is met by his Agent, the two men enter the lovely home. The two make their way into the living room, and sit on a couch. Sabur then pops a video into the DVD player
Sabur: check this shit out, what do you think about Virgil pulling some of this shit out in some promo deals.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=
Agent: Well thats cool, I guess!
Sabur: Hey did that package come that I had delievered here.
Agent: Oh yeah, and it's fucking huge, it's out in the garage, what the hell is it anyway?
Sabur: My new gimmick, let me open it up, just wait here.
Sabur dissapears into the garage. The large package being opened can be heard, as his agent waits paitiently on the couch. Then the Sabur returns into the house empty handed, as puzzled look comes over his agent. Sabur plops down next his associate on the couch with a grin on his face.
Agent: So where is this new gimmick that I've been stroring in my garage while I've had to park my Benz outside this whole time.
Sabur whistles out, and the garage door creeps open, a small sized midget walks into the room, and stands in front of the couch, as the agents jaw drops open and his eyes grow wide.
Agent: Dude you mailed a midget to my house!
Sabur: I didn't mail him, well technically I ordered him, and they mailed him.
Agent: You bought a midget.
Sabur: Yeah, he's from Russia.
Agent: How the fuck did you buy a midget from Russia?
Sabur: The Internet, there is alot of cool things on there, it was a toss up between, him or a mini pony, and since Rob and Big are already putting over the Mini horse gimmick, I figured I'll run with the midget deal, you know they've got women on there too, we can hook you up.
Agent: Shut up, Yeah the midgets always seem to get big pops from the crowd, but you know what Jimmy Hart used to say "Never Trust A Midget".
Sabur: Trust him, I'm gonna train him, I can dress him up, have him follow me around, take him to the mall in a baby carriage and pick up chicks, the potential here is unreal.
Agent: For fuck sakes man, why didn't you tell me what was in that package, he's been in the garage a week, he's probally starving. Are you hungry lil man?
The agent goes to the kitchen and puts some pizza rolls in the oven, pulls out a bottle of water, opens it and attempts to hand it to the small guy, when he is interupted.
Sabur: WHOA, you can't give him water!
Agent: Why Not?
Sabur: I think you can't get him wet, or feed him after midnight or he'll multiply.
Agent: He's a midget, not GIZMO, holy shit man.
Sabur: I hope he came with instructions, I don't want to void my warranty, I gotta get my moneys worth out of this guy, I see big things for me and you lil man, big things....
Agent: What are you going to name him?
Sabur: Not sure, I thought Hornswoggle, but for some reason my lawyer said I couldn't, something about trademark infringment, maybe Richard
Agent: Richard?
Sabur: Yeah thats perfect, he can be my lil Dick.
Agent: Oh my fucking god. I can't wait for you to talk about your lil Dick week in and week out, classic. So on to more pressing things then cheap crowd entertainment, how about this match monday, a battle royal, big things for the winner.
Sabur: Yeah not to sure how to prepare for this one, seems like a lot of mayhem, people coming from everyside, bodies flying over the ropes, who knows......
Agent: Well you could train with .......
Sabur: I've got it, you call my lawyer and be ready I'm going to train the Blackwell way.
Agent: WAIT.... what are saying?
Sabur: I'm going to Gutso's Bar over there on Prospect street in Barre, VT and let them know just how shitty I think the Granite capitol of the world is, and pretty much take a shit on the union thing, and the rest should happen on it's own, I'm pretty sure it's close to a battle royal. So call Bad Boy Bail Bonds and get ready, cause Sabur is heading to training camp.
Sabur: I'm telling you it's the best fed out there, filled with a grip of good talents. Yeah, theres are really intense hardcore circuit, yeah that match was fucking nuts, I'm suprised those freaking Blackwell siblings are still alive, what a shame I say, that Kristina is a looker, burn marks and all. Yep, we've got a predigree of the busisiness, John Green, some serious high flyers, and an ICEMAN, yep a real mordern day Goldberg, except without the undefeated streak, more like a lossing streak, I can't wait for the count down, 0-99, and the there a few others, that I can't mention because it drives them nutts when they are ignored in a promo (for you Mr. Elite) Well you should consider jumping onboard, my agent will hook you up, allright well I'm here at his house now.....yeah going to go over some gimmick ideas I've been working on, let me know, later my friend.
The fast machine comes to a hault in front of a house in this quiet N/W part of town. The engine cuts off and the door opens, Sabur steps out, and walks to the house. The door opens as Sabur is met by his Agent, the two men enter the lovely home. The two make their way into the living room, and sit on a couch. Sabur then pops a video into the DVD player
Sabur: check this shit out, what do you think about Virgil pulling some of this shit out in some promo deals.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=
Agent: Well thats cool, I guess!
Sabur: Hey did that package come that I had delievered here.
Agent: Oh yeah, and it's fucking huge, it's out in the garage, what the hell is it anyway?
Sabur: My new gimmick, let me open it up, just wait here.
Sabur dissapears into the garage. The large package being opened can be heard, as his agent waits paitiently on the couch. Then the Sabur returns into the house empty handed, as puzzled look comes over his agent. Sabur plops down next his associate on the couch with a grin on his face.
Agent: So where is this new gimmick that I've been stroring in my garage while I've had to park my Benz outside this whole time.
Sabur whistles out, and the garage door creeps open, a small sized midget walks into the room, and stands in front of the couch, as the agents jaw drops open and his eyes grow wide.
Agent: Dude you mailed a midget to my house!
Sabur: I didn't mail him, well technically I ordered him, and they mailed him.
Agent: You bought a midget.
Sabur: Yeah, he's from Russia.
Agent: How the fuck did you buy a midget from Russia?
Sabur: The Internet, there is alot of cool things on there, it was a toss up between, him or a mini pony, and since Rob and Big are already putting over the Mini horse gimmick, I figured I'll run with the midget deal, you know they've got women on there too, we can hook you up.
Agent: Shut up, Yeah the midgets always seem to get big pops from the crowd, but you know what Jimmy Hart used to say "Never Trust A Midget".
Sabur: Trust him, I'm gonna train him, I can dress him up, have him follow me around, take him to the mall in a baby carriage and pick up chicks, the potential here is unreal.
Agent: For fuck sakes man, why didn't you tell me what was in that package, he's been in the garage a week, he's probally starving. Are you hungry lil man?
The agent goes to the kitchen and puts some pizza rolls in the oven, pulls out a bottle of water, opens it and attempts to hand it to the small guy, when he is interupted.
Sabur: WHOA, you can't give him water!
Agent: Why Not?
Sabur: I think you can't get him wet, or feed him after midnight or he'll multiply.
Agent: He's a midget, not GIZMO, holy shit man.
Sabur: I hope he came with instructions, I don't want to void my warranty, I gotta get my moneys worth out of this guy, I see big things for me and you lil man, big things....
Agent: What are you going to name him?
Sabur: Not sure, I thought Hornswoggle, but for some reason my lawyer said I couldn't, something about trademark infringment, maybe Richard
Agent: Richard?
Sabur: Yeah thats perfect, he can be my lil Dick.
Agent: Oh my fucking god. I can't wait for you to talk about your lil Dick week in and week out, classic. So on to more pressing things then cheap crowd entertainment, how about this match monday, a battle royal, big things for the winner.
Sabur: Yeah not to sure how to prepare for this one, seems like a lot of mayhem, people coming from everyside, bodies flying over the ropes, who knows......
Agent: Well you could train with .......
Sabur: I've got it, you call my lawyer and be ready I'm going to train the Blackwell way.
Agent: WAIT.... what are saying?
Sabur: I'm going to Gutso's Bar over there on Prospect street in Barre, VT and let them know just how shitty I think the Granite capitol of the world is, and pretty much take a shit on the union thing, and the rest should happen on it's own, I'm pretty sure it's close to a battle royal. So call Bad Boy Bail Bonds and get ready, cause Sabur is heading to training camp.
