Post by "The Hottest Shit Going" on Jan 27, 2010 23:51:02 GMT -4
I chuckle a bit at Sabur's comments as I glare at the television. My index finger presses the large red button on the remote turning the boob tube off. I lean back in my office chair as Chubs keeps the camera pointed my direction. The man wanting to catch the sure explosion of fury set to leave my lips any second.
"This mother fucker thinks he has me figured out. FUCK THAT BIG RETARD!!!"
My face turns bright red as I pause briefly trying to get my emotions in check. That is all Sabur wished to do is play on my emotions, and rile my temper. With a few deep breaths I sit up at my desk looking at Chubs and the lens pointing my direction.
"Sabur thinks he has the whole story figured out, and maybe some of his points are valid but at the same time some are very off the path of truth. I lived in Las Vegas since I was sixteen. When I arrived here Sabur, or Jamie Ford as I knew him was big deal for local high school sports. Always saw that square chinned bastard in the newspaper winning tournaments and such. During that time I studied under the wing of Sabu, probably the sickest hardcore wrestler to ever step into a wrestling ring. When this monkey brain ignorant ass stepped into our gym Sabu was disgusted by him. He was tired of the big companies hand picking their future stars based on appearance. You see Sabu didn't have the look if you will, but made one hell of a name for himself. Jamie waltzed in thanks to the management team of APW and the rest was history i guess.
He named himself Saber, and was over with the crowd. They loved the jacked up freak, and wanted to watch him klutz his way around the ring dropping people on their head. I think most of it his hype stemmed from his High School fame in town. When APW called the big bastard up to the main roster Sabu wasn't only crushed but he was slightly pissed. The jacked up muscle bound asshole changed his name to Sabur, so he claims out of respect. I know it's because he was trying to ride the coattails of our mentor. Sabu wasn't happier then the day Sabur left the NWC training facility. I could say the same for my self. People like me and Sabu had to fight for every chance we got. We had to make a name for ourselves, with out the help of our parents. I got my chance, and shinned like no other light has when the APW came a knocking.
You see everybody views the world differently. A privileged child like Sabur thinks he is entitled to whatever he wants. Sabur was used to getting his way at every turn. Wrestling in the big leagues hopefully taught him a few things. At the end of the day I realized that he needed a few more lessons. He needed to know that is doesn't have what it takes. This isn't high school, the rules here are different and this business is cut throat."
I sit back in the chair kicking my feet up on the desk laughing at my own comment.
"Sabur will be watching this, and as he does he surely will think prior to this that his words have rattled me. You think he is the first person that has threatened my career, threatened to ruin what I have built for myself. Please you thick necked Dick Polisher. I know you love to smoke the sausage with your hot breath but the JESUS does not roll that way. When you let your Lil Dick hang out around dudes, you can expect to get kicked in the head. You big wasted sack of douche fluid. I hope to god that you bring that ball of hate and cloud of furious anger with you to our match. When you do I promise I will exploit those weaknesses and expose your flaws. Sabur your return will be a short one. I plan on finishing what I set in motion about one year ago. The world of wrestling doesn't need another juiced up smart ass, let alone some frickin midget. The APW is in the middle of a war with EWC, and now we have this bullshit clouding our airwaves once again. Well I saved the Overdrive title scene, when the company needed a swing in power in the world title brackets I offered that up as well. I rescued the APW Xtreme title, and it seems I will do the same thing for the ratings."
I stand from my desk, and look out the window that overlooks the Las Vegas strip. You can see my breath fogging the glass as I mutter more words.
"Sabur, this match is your idea. Your plan on revenge. I find it amusing. You know looking at us there are so many similarities yet we are so different. We came out of the same camp trained by the same person. We both call Las Vegas home. You were born here and are considered the towns favorite son. I on the other hand am just a transplant like so many other people in this town. Now we will go to war in our home town in your idea of a sick twisted match. I laugh at your House of Pain, and think of it as another day in the park. I am the Hottest Shit Going and have faced greater challenges then this. I am a living legend in the making, the simply put best wrestler this industry has produced, and I will surely be the man who nails the coffin shut on your pathetic career in MY business! Talk all the shit you want, spew your idle threats, and flex those bulging juice bags you call muscles.It makes no difference to the JESUS because I will simply shut your fucking mouth with a stiff super kick, and shit on your come back dreams by nailing the Prelude. This title reign of mine has just begun, and I plan on keeping it going. I won't be holding this title forever, but I can promise that you will not be the one I drop this strap to. I'm pumped for this match, I can't wait to finally finish the job. They say you want it done right, you do it yourself. You might have battled your way back, but as you stare up at me dangling from the edge of the mountain the last thing your will see is my sick grin as I stomp on your fingers causing your to loose your grip. You will tumble down the mountain, crack your skull, and become a simple pile of useless Camel shit thanks to Michael mother fucking Lively!!!"
After that I turn looking toward Chubs and the camera as I drag my thumb across my throat letting him and all who are watching know I'm through.
"This mother fucker thinks he has me figured out. FUCK THAT BIG RETARD!!!"
My face turns bright red as I pause briefly trying to get my emotions in check. That is all Sabur wished to do is play on my emotions, and rile my temper. With a few deep breaths I sit up at my desk looking at Chubs and the lens pointing my direction.
"Sabur thinks he has the whole story figured out, and maybe some of his points are valid but at the same time some are very off the path of truth. I lived in Las Vegas since I was sixteen. When I arrived here Sabur, or Jamie Ford as I knew him was big deal for local high school sports. Always saw that square chinned bastard in the newspaper winning tournaments and such. During that time I studied under the wing of Sabu, probably the sickest hardcore wrestler to ever step into a wrestling ring. When this monkey brain ignorant ass stepped into our gym Sabu was disgusted by him. He was tired of the big companies hand picking their future stars based on appearance. You see Sabu didn't have the look if you will, but made one hell of a name for himself. Jamie waltzed in thanks to the management team of APW and the rest was history i guess.
He named himself Saber, and was over with the crowd. They loved the jacked up freak, and wanted to watch him klutz his way around the ring dropping people on their head. I think most of it his hype stemmed from his High School fame in town. When APW called the big bastard up to the main roster Sabu wasn't only crushed but he was slightly pissed. The jacked up muscle bound asshole changed his name to Sabur, so he claims out of respect. I know it's because he was trying to ride the coattails of our mentor. Sabu wasn't happier then the day Sabur left the NWC training facility. I could say the same for my self. People like me and Sabu had to fight for every chance we got. We had to make a name for ourselves, with out the help of our parents. I got my chance, and shinned like no other light has when the APW came a knocking.
You see everybody views the world differently. A privileged child like Sabur thinks he is entitled to whatever he wants. Sabur was used to getting his way at every turn. Wrestling in the big leagues hopefully taught him a few things. At the end of the day I realized that he needed a few more lessons. He needed to know that is doesn't have what it takes. This isn't high school, the rules here are different and this business is cut throat."
I sit back in the chair kicking my feet up on the desk laughing at my own comment.
"Sabur will be watching this, and as he does he surely will think prior to this that his words have rattled me. You think he is the first person that has threatened my career, threatened to ruin what I have built for myself. Please you thick necked Dick Polisher. I know you love to smoke the sausage with your hot breath but the JESUS does not roll that way. When you let your Lil Dick hang out around dudes, you can expect to get kicked in the head. You big wasted sack of douche fluid. I hope to god that you bring that ball of hate and cloud of furious anger with you to our match. When you do I promise I will exploit those weaknesses and expose your flaws. Sabur your return will be a short one. I plan on finishing what I set in motion about one year ago. The world of wrestling doesn't need another juiced up smart ass, let alone some frickin midget. The APW is in the middle of a war with EWC, and now we have this bullshit clouding our airwaves once again. Well I saved the Overdrive title scene, when the company needed a swing in power in the world title brackets I offered that up as well. I rescued the APW Xtreme title, and it seems I will do the same thing for the ratings."
I stand from my desk, and look out the window that overlooks the Las Vegas strip. You can see my breath fogging the glass as I mutter more words.
"Sabur, this match is your idea. Your plan on revenge. I find it amusing. You know looking at us there are so many similarities yet we are so different. We came out of the same camp trained by the same person. We both call Las Vegas home. You were born here and are considered the towns favorite son. I on the other hand am just a transplant like so many other people in this town. Now we will go to war in our home town in your idea of a sick twisted match. I laugh at your House of Pain, and think of it as another day in the park. I am the Hottest Shit Going and have faced greater challenges then this. I am a living legend in the making, the simply put best wrestler this industry has produced, and I will surely be the man who nails the coffin shut on your pathetic career in MY business! Talk all the shit you want, spew your idle threats, and flex those bulging juice bags you call muscles.It makes no difference to the JESUS because I will simply shut your fucking mouth with a stiff super kick, and shit on your come back dreams by nailing the Prelude. This title reign of mine has just begun, and I plan on keeping it going. I won't be holding this title forever, but I can promise that you will not be the one I drop this strap to. I'm pumped for this match, I can't wait to finally finish the job. They say you want it done right, you do it yourself. You might have battled your way back, but as you stare up at me dangling from the edge of the mountain the last thing your will see is my sick grin as I stomp on your fingers causing your to loose your grip. You will tumble down the mountain, crack your skull, and become a simple pile of useless Camel shit thanks to Michael mother fucking Lively!!!"
After that I turn looking toward Chubs and the camera as I drag my thumb across my throat letting him and all who are watching know I'm through.
