Post by Your JESUS on Oct 22, 2008 23:25:46 GMT -4
As One Night in Hell draws close, it also ends the epic APW tour of Japan. The tour dubbed to be a successful overseas campaign. This PPV capping it off, and being a loaded card should be one for the records books. A memorable moment for fans, wrestlers, and staff alike. For the Irish Hammer the tour has meant a lot. Japan is filled with wrestling history. Historic things have went down in this nation, and he had just thrown his name into that hat. Attending autograph signings, experiencing the culture of Japan, and interacting with fans at many local restaurants have brought about memories for Sabur. On many levels the staff, and wrestlers of APW will claim this tour to be one of huge success long after it's over, but for the Human Wrecking Machine there needs to be something more. For Sabur to look at Japan as a profitable venture, one thing must be achieved. He must make a serious impact before he goes. Magazine articles have been written about him, radio host have discussed his talent, and the fans chat in rooms via the web about the powerhouse, and what threat he is in the ring, what an asset he is for the APW. To truly make an impact, and change the minds of many, he must not just be a threat, he must be the champion. He must not just hit hard, but main with the intent to destroy. He must not just survive the chamber, he must own the chamber, and make every person in it pay for being there. The APW finishes the biggest tour of it's history, as Sabur walks into the biggest match of his career. The Irish Hammer needs not worry about the past, but look at the present. The man known as Sabur needs to let loose, throw off the gloves, grab the bull by the balls, then hoist that fucking animal into the air, dropping it down with his signature House of Pain...making a statement that not only is it his time, but that he owns the entire era.
It will be challenging for the big man. He has struggled with the goal of breaking into the championship scene, but in this match his advantage may be pure skill, and size. The downside, is four out of his five opponents have been in a Chamber once before. If it were hard for the man to actually reach the mountain top before, this occasion should be like adding snow, hail, and lightning into the mix. Us here at Pro Wrestling Illustrated are pulling for you Sabur, the odds are stacked, and the chances are slim, but if any man can overcome...I'd say you have what it takes.
Sabur sets the magazine down. The man shakes his head in disgust. Lil Dick who was peaking over his shoulder looks at his friend.
Lil Dick: What...it was a good article.
Sabur: Wow...will I shock the world...and I hope Jeff has a magic back up roster for Overdrive, cause the Chamber match participants will be broken and bruised after I ravish their bodies inside that brutal structure.
Lil Dick: Alright well I'll talk to you tomorrow, don't forget we are going trick or treating.
Sabur: Yeah...I know I promised...but...nevermind....I'll pick you up about six.
The two part ways at the arena. The ring crew and other laborers are packing up the equipment from Overdrive to take it all to the Tokyo Dome.
The next evening the scene of view to me, you, or anyone reading this RP catches up with the man beast and his Lil Dick. The lovable midget dressed in his best Halloween outfit, carrying a trick or treat bucket in the shape of Hurricane Jeff. (Why Jeff cause the title is on the line, and I'm going to suck up in every way possible).
Sabur: Dude it's kind of creepy that you dressed up as Trevor Blackwell...I mean you are kind of ruining the image of Trevor, with your short bowed out legs, that silly wig, and that fucking cane, there is just something intimidating about a midget with a Singapore cane.
Lil Trevor: Listen...look into these icy blue eyes so I can tell you...
Sabur: WHOA...your eyes are brown...they look like little nuggets of shit...the furthest thing from blue....listen just go knock on that door, and go get yourself a treat...I don't want to be out here all night.
Lil Trevor: What are you scared...
Sabur: No...just...um...go fucker.
Lil Dick then walks up to the house, knocks on the door. This old Japanese lady answers the door. The midget in his best trick or treat voice says just that. The women smiles at the little guy, then places a piece of candy in his bucket. Lil Dick in true Career Killer form, he cracks the women with his cane, then takes her entire bowl, dumps into his Jeff bucket and then walks off.
Lil Trevor: Ko-Nechi-Wa...Bitch!
The Irish Hammer looking at his Lil Dick stunned.
Lil Trevor: Listen...thats how it's done...thats what Trevor wanted you to learn all that time ago when you were put through hell. You see something you want...people will only give you a little...just a glimpse, a taste...that fucking broad handed me one Kit Kat...just one...I didn't want one measly Kit Kat...I wanted the whole fucking bowl of Kit Kat's...so I did what I needed to, to ensure that I got what I wanted.
Sabur: Nice...who would have thought a midget would be the one to explain it to me.
Lil Trevor: You see....your strong, your talented, and are right on the verge of being a Killer...well in that chamber you will need to do exactly what that article said...throws those gloves off, let that true unleashed beast out. Those five people are only going to give you one Twix...do you want just one Twix...Hunh...do you.
Sabur: (with a bit of rage building in his voice) NO!
Lil Trevor: What do you want...
Sabur: I want the whole fucking bowl...the whole God Damn candy store...
Just then the two are interrupted by none other then Kristina Blackwell, and Skylar. The seed of the Blackwell family circus is dressed in her princess costume, and has a bag chock full of candy. Sabur looks over the intensely hot, and twisted sister of his mentor with a little lust in his eyes. The woman seems to feed on that, and can sense when a man undresses her with his eyes.
Kristina: So who are you dressed as...Yourself.
Sabur: NO...I'm Brock Lesnar...
Kristina: Who's Brock Lesnar.
Sabur: What...people always say I look like...nevermind.
Kristina shakes her head at Sabur. The young Blackwell heir looks over the midget in disgust, then tugs on her aunt Kristina's skirt. The stunning Blackwell bends over to the future of wrestling. The daughter of Trevor whispers in her aunt's ear, who just smiles with a devilish grin at her niece. Skylar gets in the face of Lil Dick.
Skylar: You aren't my daddy...
Lil Trevor: I know...it's a costume.
Skylar: Your not a Blackwell...
Lil Trevor: I know...
Skylar: Then why do you have a Singapore cane.
Lil Trevor: Like I said it's a costume...besides no Blackwell should be dressed as a princess..so whats up with you.
The midget getting in the face of Skylar. The young girl, swings her loaded bag of candy bashing into the skull of the midget, then snatches the cane out of his hand. She then cracks it over his head, then gives him a full throttle on the pavement. She then stands straightening out her dress, then picks up the bag of candy and the cane. Skylar then dumps Lil Dick's bucket into her own, leaving only one Kit Kat behind.
Skylar: Bitch..
Kristina: Skylar...watch your mouth...even if he is a bitch.
Sabur: (looking at his Lil Dick who is limp once again in the presence of females.) You just got fucked up by a princess.
Skylar: Hey watch your language Mr. MOO!
Skylar then quickly jabs the cane in the mid-section of the large muscle bound wrestler. Sabur doubles over from the jab, the receive a nasty cane shot from the Blackwell tike. Sabur steps back, rubs his forehead, then smiles at Kristina who takes Skylar by the hand. The Blackwell's leave the scene, and Lil Dick staggers to his feet, wig turned sideways on his head, leather jacket all tussled. Sabur grabs the midget by his jacket, hoisting him in the air.
Sabur: Way to go...you got me cracked with that damn cane...and you really looked like shit catching a full throttle from the todler....lets get back to the talk we were having before getting Blackwell'd.
Then like an episode of Cheaters a camera pops out of the bushes, and Phil comes running up to the Irish Hammer with his microphone in hand. Sabur quickly drops his Lil Dick not wanting to be caught on film his his Lil Dick in his hands.
Phil: Sabur...Sabur..
Sabur: Wait Phil...so you saw everything that just went down here.
Phil: Yeah the whole thing...
Sabur: Great please tell me you won't air that
Phil: Oh no...sure thing we won't air any of that. (winking at the camera)
Sabur: Why do I not trust you, oh cause your like a pesky little rat. So I suppose like always you wishing to catch my opinion about the up coming chamber match.
Phil: Well of course.
Sabur: Well lets us dive right into it, but first..Lil Dick...Kit Kat.
The midget sadly throws his last piece of candy to Sabur. The big man unwraps the candy placing the chocolate covered wafers in his mouth. The Irish Hammer the stuffs the wrapper in the pocket of Phil, then begins to talk.
Sabur: We have the chamber match, six wrestlers trying to grab the title. You have Twister talking about walking in the chamber in the past and out the champion..you have Matt talking about not really putting his heart into the match....Spirit...Link...and laddy da...who gives a fucking shit. The simple fact of the matter is these men are all old washed up wrestlers, that the management of APW thinks they need to get rattings...instead of backing the guy who has put in work since day one. A guy built in the APW house....a man that entertain millions, and can tear apart thousands. When people look at Twister all they see is a legend from IWC, they look toward Dr. Matt and say oh...theres Jeff's best friend, and loyal collegue...then you move on to Link...and they say thats the guy from EWC....the same goes for the special guest ref as well. I mean damn Jeff what are building here the APW, or trying to recreate the IWC, or steal the EWC. Last time I checked my pay check said APW on it...yet the management spends time promoting old timers who make the fans remember the old days...this isn't a nostalgia act...it's the main event. The legends of wrestling tour is great but doesn't draw the main stream. You see Phil...I'm the only guy who truly earned his spot, I wasn't put over, given title reigns to be the face of the company, or save the show. No I have earned every shot, by going out each and every night and busting my ass for the fans. Giving them substance, something to watch. Keeping their attention...not just some pretty good wrestler's beating the sweat off eachother...No I created magic, I projected IT.
Phil: What is IT.
Sabur: IT is that thing the wrestling business is missing, and I have IT. IT isn't who you know or who you blow. IT has been confused by that many of times. You have people getting put over that the fans in now way could possibly believe could be over. People like Spirit Tara Jacobs...I mean being realistic there is no possible way you trap a broad in the cage with five other men, and she make it out alive, let alone with her vaginal region in tact, no mater her talent...it just doesn't happen. Phil...it's no secret that me and this Dark Mistress of evil don't get along, never have and never will. You see...she doesn't like that I bring forth the backstage secret association she has with Jeff...hell every one in the match has worked for Jeff, done things for Jeff, and has been put over as a show of his appreciation. You have Link, Spirit, Dr. Matt, and Twister all put on pedestals. Well this Irish Hammer is knocking those pedestals out from under all your feet, bringing to LEVEL ground with the ONE who really matters...SABUR. Speaking of Level One, theres another example of the APW's undying want to steal talent from other feds. This is APW and when the bell rings, as I stand there looking down at the broken bodies, and the THUG hands me the title. I will lift it proudly as the first APW produced champion. I haven't achieved shit anywhere else...
Phil chuckles as Lil Dick, and Sabur look at each other a little stunned.
Sabur: OK...that came out wrong...the point is...I didn't get here because I grew up with some one, or because things that happened in other places, I have fought to get here...I'm not the guy that is being put here to get ratings, or bring over fans from another organization, I am APW. I'm the legit number one contender, the and after the chamber match is over...I will be APW's legit champion. Not a man that showed up, and was handed the whole fucking show on a silver platter, or a woman put over cause she has one hell of a bump on the back of her head from gobbling up streams of goo from the one who signs the checks. I brought myself to the dance...and this time around I will stop at nothing to get the job done. I'll sell my soul to the fucking devil himself to bring home that gold. I'm the hardest working man in APW...the most talented wrestler in the locker room. Hard work is what brings me in front of every title shot I have gotten, and apparently something else is needed to get just that one step forward to the finish line. Am I friend of Jeff...No...have I wrestled for him before...No...have I ever tickled his nuts to get over...No...but if those ball's need some loving, then let it be done. Cause tonight is my night. No one will stand in my way, no one to hold me back, What ever needs to be done, or ass needs to be kissed, or body torn to shreds...at the end of the night, I either stand there as your champion, or I burn the Tokyo Dome to the ground...One Night In Hell...should be just that....come the close of the main event for all who enter the chamber against me.
Phil: You sound serious...but there is just one thing Sabur...you seem to be forgetting all about Jason Ricochet..
Sabur: WHO's JASON RICOCHET???
It will be challenging for the big man. He has struggled with the goal of breaking into the championship scene, but in this match his advantage may be pure skill, and size. The downside, is four out of his five opponents have been in a Chamber once before. If it were hard for the man to actually reach the mountain top before, this occasion should be like adding snow, hail, and lightning into the mix. Us here at Pro Wrestling Illustrated are pulling for you Sabur, the odds are stacked, and the chances are slim, but if any man can overcome...I'd say you have what it takes.
Sabur sets the magazine down. The man shakes his head in disgust. Lil Dick who was peaking over his shoulder looks at his friend.
Lil Dick: What...it was a good article.
Sabur: Wow...will I shock the world...and I hope Jeff has a magic back up roster for Overdrive, cause the Chamber match participants will be broken and bruised after I ravish their bodies inside that brutal structure.
Lil Dick: Alright well I'll talk to you tomorrow, don't forget we are going trick or treating.
Sabur: Yeah...I know I promised...but...nevermind....I'll pick you up about six.
The two part ways at the arena. The ring crew and other laborers are packing up the equipment from Overdrive to take it all to the Tokyo Dome.
The next evening the scene of view to me, you, or anyone reading this RP catches up with the man beast and his Lil Dick. The lovable midget dressed in his best Halloween outfit, carrying a trick or treat bucket in the shape of Hurricane Jeff. (Why Jeff cause the title is on the line, and I'm going to suck up in every way possible).
Sabur: Dude it's kind of creepy that you dressed up as Trevor Blackwell...I mean you are kind of ruining the image of Trevor, with your short bowed out legs, that silly wig, and that fucking cane, there is just something intimidating about a midget with a Singapore cane.
Lil Trevor: Listen...look into these icy blue eyes so I can tell you...
Sabur: WHOA...your eyes are brown...they look like little nuggets of shit...the furthest thing from blue....listen just go knock on that door, and go get yourself a treat...I don't want to be out here all night.
Lil Trevor: What are you scared...
Sabur: No...just...um...go fucker.
Lil Dick then walks up to the house, knocks on the door. This old Japanese lady answers the door. The midget in his best trick or treat voice says just that. The women smiles at the little guy, then places a piece of candy in his bucket. Lil Dick in true Career Killer form, he cracks the women with his cane, then takes her entire bowl, dumps into his Jeff bucket and then walks off.
Lil Trevor: Ko-Nechi-Wa...Bitch!
The Irish Hammer looking at his Lil Dick stunned.
Lil Trevor: Listen...thats how it's done...thats what Trevor wanted you to learn all that time ago when you were put through hell. You see something you want...people will only give you a little...just a glimpse, a taste...that fucking broad handed me one Kit Kat...just one...I didn't want one measly Kit Kat...I wanted the whole fucking bowl of Kit Kat's...so I did what I needed to, to ensure that I got what I wanted.
Sabur: Nice...who would have thought a midget would be the one to explain it to me.
Lil Trevor: You see....your strong, your talented, and are right on the verge of being a Killer...well in that chamber you will need to do exactly what that article said...throws those gloves off, let that true unleashed beast out. Those five people are only going to give you one Twix...do you want just one Twix...Hunh...do you.
Sabur: (with a bit of rage building in his voice) NO!
Lil Trevor: What do you want...
Sabur: I want the whole fucking bowl...the whole God Damn candy store...
Just then the two are interrupted by none other then Kristina Blackwell, and Skylar. The seed of the Blackwell family circus is dressed in her princess costume, and has a bag chock full of candy. Sabur looks over the intensely hot, and twisted sister of his mentor with a little lust in his eyes. The woman seems to feed on that, and can sense when a man undresses her with his eyes.
Kristina: So who are you dressed as...Yourself.
Sabur: NO...I'm Brock Lesnar...
Kristina: Who's Brock Lesnar.
Sabur: What...people always say I look like...nevermind.
Kristina shakes her head at Sabur. The young Blackwell heir looks over the midget in disgust, then tugs on her aunt Kristina's skirt. The stunning Blackwell bends over to the future of wrestling. The daughter of Trevor whispers in her aunt's ear, who just smiles with a devilish grin at her niece. Skylar gets in the face of Lil Dick.
Skylar: You aren't my daddy...
Lil Trevor: I know...it's a costume.
Skylar: Your not a Blackwell...
Lil Trevor: I know...
Skylar: Then why do you have a Singapore cane.
Lil Trevor: Like I said it's a costume...besides no Blackwell should be dressed as a princess..so whats up with you.
The midget getting in the face of Skylar. The young girl, swings her loaded bag of candy bashing into the skull of the midget, then snatches the cane out of his hand. She then cracks it over his head, then gives him a full throttle on the pavement. She then stands straightening out her dress, then picks up the bag of candy and the cane. Skylar then dumps Lil Dick's bucket into her own, leaving only one Kit Kat behind.
Skylar: Bitch..
Kristina: Skylar...watch your mouth...even if he is a bitch.
Sabur: (looking at his Lil Dick who is limp once again in the presence of females.) You just got fucked up by a princess.
Skylar: Hey watch your language Mr. MOO!
Skylar then quickly jabs the cane in the mid-section of the large muscle bound wrestler. Sabur doubles over from the jab, the receive a nasty cane shot from the Blackwell tike. Sabur steps back, rubs his forehead, then smiles at Kristina who takes Skylar by the hand. The Blackwell's leave the scene, and Lil Dick staggers to his feet, wig turned sideways on his head, leather jacket all tussled. Sabur grabs the midget by his jacket, hoisting him in the air.
Sabur: Way to go...you got me cracked with that damn cane...and you really looked like shit catching a full throttle from the todler....lets get back to the talk we were having before getting Blackwell'd.
Then like an episode of Cheaters a camera pops out of the bushes, and Phil comes running up to the Irish Hammer with his microphone in hand. Sabur quickly drops his Lil Dick not wanting to be caught on film his his Lil Dick in his hands.
Phil: Sabur...Sabur..
Sabur: Wait Phil...so you saw everything that just went down here.
Phil: Yeah the whole thing...
Sabur: Great please tell me you won't air that
Phil: Oh no...sure thing we won't air any of that. (winking at the camera)
Sabur: Why do I not trust you, oh cause your like a pesky little rat. So I suppose like always you wishing to catch my opinion about the up coming chamber match.
Phil: Well of course.
Sabur: Well lets us dive right into it, but first..Lil Dick...Kit Kat.
The midget sadly throws his last piece of candy to Sabur. The big man unwraps the candy placing the chocolate covered wafers in his mouth. The Irish Hammer the stuffs the wrapper in the pocket of Phil, then begins to talk.
Sabur: We have the chamber match, six wrestlers trying to grab the title. You have Twister talking about walking in the chamber in the past and out the champion..you have Matt talking about not really putting his heart into the match....Spirit...Link...and laddy da...who gives a fucking shit. The simple fact of the matter is these men are all old washed up wrestlers, that the management of APW thinks they need to get rattings...instead of backing the guy who has put in work since day one. A guy built in the APW house....a man that entertain millions, and can tear apart thousands. When people look at Twister all they see is a legend from IWC, they look toward Dr. Matt and say oh...theres Jeff's best friend, and loyal collegue...then you move on to Link...and they say thats the guy from EWC....the same goes for the special guest ref as well. I mean damn Jeff what are building here the APW, or trying to recreate the IWC, or steal the EWC. Last time I checked my pay check said APW on it...yet the management spends time promoting old timers who make the fans remember the old days...this isn't a nostalgia act...it's the main event. The legends of wrestling tour is great but doesn't draw the main stream. You see Phil...I'm the only guy who truly earned his spot, I wasn't put over, given title reigns to be the face of the company, or save the show. No I have earned every shot, by going out each and every night and busting my ass for the fans. Giving them substance, something to watch. Keeping their attention...not just some pretty good wrestler's beating the sweat off eachother...No I created magic, I projected IT.
Phil: What is IT.
Sabur: IT is that thing the wrestling business is missing, and I have IT. IT isn't who you know or who you blow. IT has been confused by that many of times. You have people getting put over that the fans in now way could possibly believe could be over. People like Spirit Tara Jacobs...I mean being realistic there is no possible way you trap a broad in the cage with five other men, and she make it out alive, let alone with her vaginal region in tact, no mater her talent...it just doesn't happen. Phil...it's no secret that me and this Dark Mistress of evil don't get along, never have and never will. You see...she doesn't like that I bring forth the backstage secret association she has with Jeff...hell every one in the match has worked for Jeff, done things for Jeff, and has been put over as a show of his appreciation. You have Link, Spirit, Dr. Matt, and Twister all put on pedestals. Well this Irish Hammer is knocking those pedestals out from under all your feet, bringing to LEVEL ground with the ONE who really matters...SABUR. Speaking of Level One, theres another example of the APW's undying want to steal talent from other feds. This is APW and when the bell rings, as I stand there looking down at the broken bodies, and the THUG hands me the title. I will lift it proudly as the first APW produced champion. I haven't achieved shit anywhere else...
Phil chuckles as Lil Dick, and Sabur look at each other a little stunned.
Sabur: OK...that came out wrong...the point is...I didn't get here because I grew up with some one, or because things that happened in other places, I have fought to get here...I'm not the guy that is being put here to get ratings, or bring over fans from another organization, I am APW. I'm the legit number one contender, the and after the chamber match is over...I will be APW's legit champion. Not a man that showed up, and was handed the whole fucking show on a silver platter, or a woman put over cause she has one hell of a bump on the back of her head from gobbling up streams of goo from the one who signs the checks. I brought myself to the dance...and this time around I will stop at nothing to get the job done. I'll sell my soul to the fucking devil himself to bring home that gold. I'm the hardest working man in APW...the most talented wrestler in the locker room. Hard work is what brings me in front of every title shot I have gotten, and apparently something else is needed to get just that one step forward to the finish line. Am I friend of Jeff...No...have I wrestled for him before...No...have I ever tickled his nuts to get over...No...but if those ball's need some loving, then let it be done. Cause tonight is my night. No one will stand in my way, no one to hold me back, What ever needs to be done, or ass needs to be kissed, or body torn to shreds...at the end of the night, I either stand there as your champion, or I burn the Tokyo Dome to the ground...One Night In Hell...should be just that....come the close of the main event for all who enter the chamber against me.
Phil: You sound serious...but there is just one thing Sabur...you seem to be forgetting all about Jason Ricochet..
Sabur: WHO's JASON RICOCHET???
