Post by Your JESUS on Nov 20, 2008 12:34:47 GMT -4
Somewhere in Texas, is a local park. The sun hanging in the air, giving out it's warmth to all who except it. The beautiful green grass is at a height that most would consider needing a trim. The blades swaying in the gentle breeze, and covered with dew. The dew sparkles with the sunlights reflection like diamonds shimmering under bright lights. Each blade of grass, six million four hundred thousand to be exact, begin to lay down with each step from a ten year old child. The child dressed in a school uniform. Perfectly pleated khakis pants, and a pressed white collar button up shirt, with a school's logo on it. The boy has a kick ball in his hand. The ball looks to be fully inflated, and ready for play. The boy's hair perfect, and neatly laying upon his head, one thousand strands of hair to be exact. Time moving slowly as the shadows of all around begin to transfer position....man fuck this. Enough bullshit filler. I could try and paint a picture in your mind, or just bore you with mind numbing bullshit images, and fluff...or just cut to the fucking chase...so lets do that...before you back out, and decide to check out some one elses RP.
The boy in a school uniform....we will call him Kanye....for visual purposes it will be perfect. So Kanye runs onto a baseball field. A group of boys dressed in their regular clothes, obviously not attendees of a private school. The group of regular kids seems to be engaged in a game of baseball. The one pitching looks over and notices Kanye running up.
Pitcher: Guy's here comes Kanye again.
Boys: Awh....
Kanye then eagerly runs up to the home plate. He converses with the kid at bat for a moment, then take the bat tossing it aside.
Kanye: Alright guy's...we going to play kick ball....and I'm first.
Kanye then tosses the ball to the pitcher.
Kanye: Back up guys...I'm kicking this one deep.
The pitcher grabs the ball as it bounces to him. He then rolls his eyes, and then lunges the ball toward Kanye. It skips across the ground, as Kanye leaps toward it. He swings his foot forward, misses the ball, and falls square on his ass. He gets up, dusts him self off as the boy on the field begin to chuckle.
Kanye: HEY....no baby bouncies...just pitch it. You guys suck at kick ball!
The ball again bounces toward the pitcher. He then takes the ball and zings it out quickly toward Kanye. It bounces vigorously toward the plate, and Kanye kicks at it.
Pitcher: Strike TWO.
Kanye: NO....the first one was a bad pitch....I don't like the way you guys run your kick ball games...just pitch it.
The ball once more runs up to the pitcher. The boys seem irritated by Kanye. The pitcher then sends a side winder down the pike. It floats toward Kanye, bounces right in front of Kanye. His feet swings, but the ball zips sideways. Kanye hits the dirt once more.
He gets up furious. He grabs his ball and runs out to the pitcher mound.
Kanye: You don't know how to do anything...your kick ball skills suck....and you will never be a real kick ball star.....I don't know why I even came back over here....you guy's are hopeless....and LAME!!!
The pitcher rapidly snags the ball from Kanye...then slams it into his face real hard. A "BOING" sound rings out followed by cheers fro the other kids. The balls bounces off, and Kanye runs to retrieve it with a very pissed off look painted on his face.
Pitcher: Maybe this time you won't come back....we are playing baseball...not kickball...the world doesn't have to play your games...or your rules Kanye...thats why no one likes you....plus we all know you wear your moms bra's when no one home!!!
The boys all burst out in laughter at the pitchers comments. Kanye then has his ball in hand, and seems to be heading home. He walks by a fence, and against that fence stands the world heavyweight champion Sabur. The kids mumbles under his breath as he walks by.
Kayne: I don't even like these guy...or this filed...it's a crappy place to play...I'd be surprised if this park is open for another six months.
Kanye then walks off, and Sabur then turns toward a camera that seems to be filming him, and all that has gone down here.
Sound familar....yeah it does...we seem to have our own version of Kanye in the form of Doctor Phate. Well November Reign is right around the corner...and I find myself defending the world title for the first time.
Sabur then leans back on the fence, and folds his arms as he continues.
Listen when you stepped out of the curtain and declared yourself the number one contender I thought to myself..."There is no way this can be for real" then I find out, it's official....Doctor Phate versus Sabur for the prestigious world title. So to be honest with you, I was a little nervous. Why wouldn't I be nervous....I'm facing a magician.
Sabur then bounces off the fence, and begins walking along the park. The view of the kids playing baseball behind him as he speaks.
You have fooled everyone around here into thinking your great....a regular Cris Angel of wrestling. I see through you smoke and mirrors, and don't fall into hypnotism, or fakery. The hardest part about facing you, is preparing for your disappearing act. It's extremely hard to beat a guy that can vanish in the blink of an eye.
Sabur begins running his hand along the chain link fence as he continues walking and talking.
November Reign will prove many things. It will prove that I deserve the title. I worked my ass off to get here, and achieve the status of champion. Loosing it is just three seconds away any given night, but at the Reign...it wont be the case, because I also prove that not only are your just another guy, but you bleed like everyone else. At November Reign I will spill your blood, I will break you down, I will expose the world to the real Doctor Phate. The Doctor Phate that doesn't have the push of a train behind him. The steam has run out on your engine, and it's coming into contact with a huge blockade on the tracks. I'm derailing you, gonna rip you apart, and send your broke ass to the junk yard. After I run through you, keep my title, and send you packing the APW can move on, I can move on, and the fans can move on. Come November Reign....the era of the Irish Hammer take one more step forward....and the good Doctor will make a house call...into the House of Pain.
Sabur then turns looking out to the kids playing baseball. One kid hits a ground ball, and begins running the bases as the camera fades out.
We pick things back up, inside the loaded Toyota Center in Houston Texas. The fans have piled in for the next big production that the APW has to offer. November Reign is sure to be a shocker, with the recent events APW has under gone. As the fans settle down in their seats, videos play on the screens throughout the arena, updating people on recent events. The lights then go out, as the fans roar. Then music begins to pound through the sound system.
"READY OR NOT...HERE I COME...I'M GONNA FIND YOU" is heard as the Fugees continues to play. The lights flicker at the top of the entrance ramp...and the fans are on their feet in anticipation for who it is. Then he apears...and his large silhouette gives it all away. Sabur then steps out as the lights rise. He takes the world title off his shoulder, and hoists it high. He then brings it down, placing back at it's current home, on his right shoulder. He struts down the ramp, followed by his trusty Lil Dick, and enters the ring. The man lifts his massive arms in the air for the fans, who gives him a great response. Lil Dick climbs the corner turn buckles, and has a seat at the top. The Irish Hammer walks over and grabs a mic. He takes a spot center stage, and starts to address the APW faithful.
Houston Texas!!
The fans roar.
Now...I'm sure you people are ready for anything...I mean just last week Connor O'Rielly was fired!!
The fans cheer once more.
And then Meltdown being canceled!!
The fans boo for the Tuesday night shows demise.
It's cool...it'll be back...now you fans are smart fans...and I'm sure the INTERNET is a buzz with some backstage drama that has been going on around here.
Sabur walks over toward the camera, he cover the side of his mouth , and speaks into the lens.
Now...I probably shouldn't be saying this...BUT...fuck it...I'm breaking Kayfabe here tonight. Pharaoh Bolding it's no secret that you are upset...you have expressed your disgust...and frankly no body around here gives a shit. The only thing I care about...is these fans...and this here title.
Sabur taps the belt
Now...with that being said...tonight Pharaoh it's been rumored that you will not show...and that well really sucks on a few levels. First and foremeost....because I want to be the one...who not only rips the carpet out from under your feet, but shoves your arrogant head right up your school skirt, and insert in right in your ass.
The fans pop
But on the bright side...at the end of this evening...me, my Lil Dick, these fans, and the rest of the world...will never...ever...have to be subjected to this again...
A picture of Phate in a school girl outfit hits the tron. The fans cheer like maniacs for the thought of not having a cross dressing man around.
So I have a question...
Sabur then walks over toward Lil Dick
What do Quinton Rampage Jackson, Mike Tyson, and Pharaoh Bolding all have in common?
Lil Dick then leans into the mic.
There all black.
Sabur looks shocked at his Lil Dick
THEY ARE!! Is it OK to call them black...aren't they African Americans.
Well white people are called white...they are not refereed to as European Americans, or French Americans, or Russian Americans, just plain white...so I think it's plenty fine to call them black.
Well alright...they are all black...but the real answer to the question was...they each couldn't handle the pressures of success, and more so their fall from grace. So Phate...it's no secret your fall from grace has driven you to the brink of insanity. I have this theory that may explain the recent actions of one Pharaoh Bolding.
Sabur motions for the camera to come close.
He realized that his passion, his desire to regain his spot at the top of the ladder was nearly an impossible feat. You see when I outlasted my opponents in the chamber and became the world champion, I sent a message. A message that a hardworking, dedicated wrestler can achieve greatness. I proved my dominance, and the good Doc began to face the fact...that not only am I going to beat him in that ring, but as long as I am here in APW...as the champ...his hopes and dreams were serious delusions.
The fans cheer.
You see it's simple...I proved that hard work pays off...and Phate getting a shot proved that sucking cock gets you ahead as well. But while waxing the carrot, you don't clamp down. Pharaoh Bolding;s mental state crumbled. He realized he didn't deserve his shot, he couldn't win, and his place in APW was just as lame as he was. So now his only plan was to tuck tail and run.
Dropping to his knees as if begging.
I'm pleading with you Phate....bring your shitty ass to the ring later...I have prepped for you, trained for you...even thought people like Dr. Matt are more qualified to be in the main event. Dr. Matt almost made me question why I chose to become a wrestler...then in those final seconds of that chamber...he showed me what heart, fortitude, and sacrifice where all about...or aboot in Canadian. Twister...the former champion...I took that fuck to the limit...and he still sent me home empty handed...he is a class act...a bitch...but a hell of a worker..and ten times more deserving of a shot then you. Hell the list goes on and on...Link, Trevor Blackwell, Fyre Angel, even Level One. Yeah I said Level One...a new comer...but a man who called shit down the middle. A man that was a dominant star of a fed that people actually tunned in to watch...not some bullshit list of accolades typed up on your resume'.
Sabur stands back up.
Listen...this is APW...everyone here is far greater people then you...way better workers then you...but the simple fact is you are the one with the shot. So waltz that skirted ass to the ring. Step through the ropes, and stand face to face with a human wrecking machine. Look into my eyes...Sabur...the Irish Hammer....but you can simply call me champ.
Sabur drops the mic to the mat...lifts his hands for the fans...he grabs a hold of his Lil Dick with a tight grip. With his title in grasp, and a hand on his Lil Dick, Sabur exits the ring, and heads up the ramp. He holds the belts high as he then disappears in the back to prepare for his first title defense, and possibly the most important match of his career.
The boy in a school uniform....we will call him Kanye....for visual purposes it will be perfect. So Kanye runs onto a baseball field. A group of boys dressed in their regular clothes, obviously not attendees of a private school. The group of regular kids seems to be engaged in a game of baseball. The one pitching looks over and notices Kanye running up.
Pitcher: Guy's here comes Kanye again.
Boys: Awh....
Kanye then eagerly runs up to the home plate. He converses with the kid at bat for a moment, then take the bat tossing it aside.
Kanye: Alright guy's...we going to play kick ball....and I'm first.
Kanye then tosses the ball to the pitcher.
Kanye: Back up guys...I'm kicking this one deep.
The pitcher grabs the ball as it bounces to him. He then rolls his eyes, and then lunges the ball toward Kanye. It skips across the ground, as Kanye leaps toward it. He swings his foot forward, misses the ball, and falls square on his ass. He gets up, dusts him self off as the boy on the field begin to chuckle.
Kanye: HEY....no baby bouncies...just pitch it. You guys suck at kick ball!
The ball again bounces toward the pitcher. He then takes the ball and zings it out quickly toward Kanye. It bounces vigorously toward the plate, and Kanye kicks at it.
Pitcher: Strike TWO.
Kanye: NO....the first one was a bad pitch....I don't like the way you guys run your kick ball games...just pitch it.
The ball once more runs up to the pitcher. The boys seem irritated by Kanye. The pitcher then sends a side winder down the pike. It floats toward Kanye, bounces right in front of Kanye. His feet swings, but the ball zips sideways. Kanye hits the dirt once more.
He gets up furious. He grabs his ball and runs out to the pitcher mound.
Kanye: You don't know how to do anything...your kick ball skills suck....and you will never be a real kick ball star.....I don't know why I even came back over here....you guy's are hopeless....and LAME!!!
The pitcher rapidly snags the ball from Kanye...then slams it into his face real hard. A "BOING" sound rings out followed by cheers fro the other kids. The balls bounces off, and Kanye runs to retrieve it with a very pissed off look painted on his face.
Pitcher: Maybe this time you won't come back....we are playing baseball...not kickball...the world doesn't have to play your games...or your rules Kanye...thats why no one likes you....plus we all know you wear your moms bra's when no one home!!!
The boys all burst out in laughter at the pitchers comments. Kanye then has his ball in hand, and seems to be heading home. He walks by a fence, and against that fence stands the world heavyweight champion Sabur. The kids mumbles under his breath as he walks by.
Kayne: I don't even like these guy...or this filed...it's a crappy place to play...I'd be surprised if this park is open for another six months.
Kanye then walks off, and Sabur then turns toward a camera that seems to be filming him, and all that has gone down here.
Sound familar....yeah it does...we seem to have our own version of Kanye in the form of Doctor Phate. Well November Reign is right around the corner...and I find myself defending the world title for the first time.
Sabur then leans back on the fence, and folds his arms as he continues.
Listen when you stepped out of the curtain and declared yourself the number one contender I thought to myself..."There is no way this can be for real" then I find out, it's official....Doctor Phate versus Sabur for the prestigious world title. So to be honest with you, I was a little nervous. Why wouldn't I be nervous....I'm facing a magician.
Sabur then bounces off the fence, and begins walking along the park. The view of the kids playing baseball behind him as he speaks.
You have fooled everyone around here into thinking your great....a regular Cris Angel of wrestling. I see through you smoke and mirrors, and don't fall into hypnotism, or fakery. The hardest part about facing you, is preparing for your disappearing act. It's extremely hard to beat a guy that can vanish in the blink of an eye.
Sabur begins running his hand along the chain link fence as he continues walking and talking.
November Reign will prove many things. It will prove that I deserve the title. I worked my ass off to get here, and achieve the status of champion. Loosing it is just three seconds away any given night, but at the Reign...it wont be the case, because I also prove that not only are your just another guy, but you bleed like everyone else. At November Reign I will spill your blood, I will break you down, I will expose the world to the real Doctor Phate. The Doctor Phate that doesn't have the push of a train behind him. The steam has run out on your engine, and it's coming into contact with a huge blockade on the tracks. I'm derailing you, gonna rip you apart, and send your broke ass to the junk yard. After I run through you, keep my title, and send you packing the APW can move on, I can move on, and the fans can move on. Come November Reign....the era of the Irish Hammer take one more step forward....and the good Doctor will make a house call...into the House of Pain.
Sabur then turns looking out to the kids playing baseball. One kid hits a ground ball, and begins running the bases as the camera fades out.
We pick things back up, inside the loaded Toyota Center in Houston Texas. The fans have piled in for the next big production that the APW has to offer. November Reign is sure to be a shocker, with the recent events APW has under gone. As the fans settle down in their seats, videos play on the screens throughout the arena, updating people on recent events. The lights then go out, as the fans roar. Then music begins to pound through the sound system.
"READY OR NOT...HERE I COME...I'M GONNA FIND YOU" is heard as the Fugees continues to play. The lights flicker at the top of the entrance ramp...and the fans are on their feet in anticipation for who it is. Then he apears...and his large silhouette gives it all away. Sabur then steps out as the lights rise. He takes the world title off his shoulder, and hoists it high. He then brings it down, placing back at it's current home, on his right shoulder. He struts down the ramp, followed by his trusty Lil Dick, and enters the ring. The man lifts his massive arms in the air for the fans, who gives him a great response. Lil Dick climbs the corner turn buckles, and has a seat at the top. The Irish Hammer walks over and grabs a mic. He takes a spot center stage, and starts to address the APW faithful.
Houston Texas!!
The fans roar.
Now...I'm sure you people are ready for anything...I mean just last week Connor O'Rielly was fired!!
The fans cheer once more.
And then Meltdown being canceled!!
The fans boo for the Tuesday night shows demise.
It's cool...it'll be back...now you fans are smart fans...and I'm sure the INTERNET is a buzz with some backstage drama that has been going on around here.
Sabur walks over toward the camera, he cover the side of his mouth , and speaks into the lens.
Now...I probably shouldn't be saying this...BUT...fuck it...I'm breaking Kayfabe here tonight. Pharaoh Bolding it's no secret that you are upset...you have expressed your disgust...and frankly no body around here gives a shit. The only thing I care about...is these fans...and this here title.
Sabur taps the belt
Now...with that being said...tonight Pharaoh it's been rumored that you will not show...and that well really sucks on a few levels. First and foremeost....because I want to be the one...who not only rips the carpet out from under your feet, but shoves your arrogant head right up your school skirt, and insert in right in your ass.
The fans pop
But on the bright side...at the end of this evening...me, my Lil Dick, these fans, and the rest of the world...will never...ever...have to be subjected to this again...
A picture of Phate in a school girl outfit hits the tron. The fans cheer like maniacs for the thought of not having a cross dressing man around.
So I have a question...
Sabur then walks over toward Lil Dick
What do Quinton Rampage Jackson, Mike Tyson, and Pharaoh Bolding all have in common?
Lil Dick then leans into the mic.
There all black.
Sabur looks shocked at his Lil Dick
THEY ARE!! Is it OK to call them black...aren't they African Americans.
Well white people are called white...they are not refereed to as European Americans, or French Americans, or Russian Americans, just plain white...so I think it's plenty fine to call them black.
Well alright...they are all black...but the real answer to the question was...they each couldn't handle the pressures of success, and more so their fall from grace. So Phate...it's no secret your fall from grace has driven you to the brink of insanity. I have this theory that may explain the recent actions of one Pharaoh Bolding.
Sabur motions for the camera to come close.
He realized that his passion, his desire to regain his spot at the top of the ladder was nearly an impossible feat. You see when I outlasted my opponents in the chamber and became the world champion, I sent a message. A message that a hardworking, dedicated wrestler can achieve greatness. I proved my dominance, and the good Doc began to face the fact...that not only am I going to beat him in that ring, but as long as I am here in APW...as the champ...his hopes and dreams were serious delusions.
The fans cheer.
You see it's simple...I proved that hard work pays off...and Phate getting a shot proved that sucking cock gets you ahead as well. But while waxing the carrot, you don't clamp down. Pharaoh Bolding;s mental state crumbled. He realized he didn't deserve his shot, he couldn't win, and his place in APW was just as lame as he was. So now his only plan was to tuck tail and run.
Dropping to his knees as if begging.
I'm pleading with you Phate....bring your shitty ass to the ring later...I have prepped for you, trained for you...even thought people like Dr. Matt are more qualified to be in the main event. Dr. Matt almost made me question why I chose to become a wrestler...then in those final seconds of that chamber...he showed me what heart, fortitude, and sacrifice where all about...or aboot in Canadian. Twister...the former champion...I took that fuck to the limit...and he still sent me home empty handed...he is a class act...a bitch...but a hell of a worker..and ten times more deserving of a shot then you. Hell the list goes on and on...Link, Trevor Blackwell, Fyre Angel, even Level One. Yeah I said Level One...a new comer...but a man who called shit down the middle. A man that was a dominant star of a fed that people actually tunned in to watch...not some bullshit list of accolades typed up on your resume'.
Sabur stands back up.
Listen...this is APW...everyone here is far greater people then you...way better workers then you...but the simple fact is you are the one with the shot. So waltz that skirted ass to the ring. Step through the ropes, and stand face to face with a human wrecking machine. Look into my eyes...Sabur...the Irish Hammer....but you can simply call me champ.
Sabur drops the mic to the mat...lifts his hands for the fans...he grabs a hold of his Lil Dick with a tight grip. With his title in grasp, and a hand on his Lil Dick, Sabur exits the ring, and heads up the ramp. He holds the belts high as he then disappears in the back to prepare for his first title defense, and possibly the most important match of his career.
