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Date Posted: 17:01:11 07/04/05 Mon
Author: The International Champion
Subject: In Ring
In reply to: David Flair and Randi McMahon 's message, "Backstage" on 01:25:35 06/30/05 Thu



I Do it For The Druuuuuugs! I Do It Just To Feeeeeel Aliiiiiive!







~The crowd pops LOUDLY as the NEW UCW International Champion, Chris Sabin walks out onto the top of the stage! He’s wearing dark pants and a “The FUTURE is NOW!” T-shirt, sporting the title belt around his waist and raises a fist above his head before making his way down the ramp and into the ring. Once inside, he calls for a mic and goes to speak, but the fans in the front row bow to him while the entire arena chants…~


“HAIL SABIN! HAIL SABIN! HAIL SABIN! HAIL SABIN! HAIL SABIN!”


~Future bows back to them and waits for it to quiet down before speaking over them.~ “Thank you… thank you from the bottom of my heart, that means more to me than you could possibly ever imagine.” ~The crowd continues to cheer him.~ “You know, they told me this day would never come. They laughed at me when I left Michigan to go to Canada and start a wrestling career. I heard it all… You’re too small, you don’t fit the bill, you don’t have the… sex… appeal… you’re not in shape and you’re ugly!” ~The crowd boos at that last comment, especially the women in the front row as he shrugs his shoulders.~ “But I carried on, doing jobs from Winnipeg to Halifax, right back to Michigan, and going all over with Border City Wrestling until one guy gave me a break… and that guy was… “The Phenomenal One”… A.J. Styles…”

~The crowd boos Styles’ name, but many still cheer for the former International Champ.~ “It isn’t news that I came up with guys like Petey Williams, Bobby Rude, and the rest of Team Canada… we were all Scotty’s boys, but dammit, there was just so much that Scott D’Amore could do for us, and if it wasn’t for A.J. giving my name to promoters, I wouldn’t be here today…” ~He nods his head in appreciation.~ “… Even if it WAS just to be his bitch on the indy scene. But hey, that’s OK, because when you look in the record books of UCW, where “the big boys play”, you’ll never see a “W” in A.J.’s column against Chris Sabin.”

~The crowd cheers.~ “So A.J., I’ve owed you a lot of things for the past few years, and last night I paid you back by taking the International Championship and making it mine.” ~The crowd pops again.~ “But don’t get me wrong, and I’m gonna shoot here ‘cause I’m on live TV, as much as you’ve F***** with me, I owe you this much… thank you. Thank you A.J. Styles for taking a kid from Michigan and giving him a chance to shine. Thank you to Matt Hardy for taking me under his wing and showing me the ropes. Thank you to Stacy Keibler for making me laugh and keeping my head high day in and day out. Thank you to Test for catching all of our bullets. And THANK YOU, A.J. Styles, because without you, I wouldn’t be able to say this…” ~He un-straps the championship from his waist and raises it above his head with one hand.~ “The FUTURE… is… NOOOOOOOOOW!”











~"165 Million Plus Interest" comes on the speakers, sending out AJ Styles in street clothes. AJ walks slowly to the ring and leaps onto the apron. He steps through the ropes and goes right to Sabin's face. Styles is handed a mic, not breaking eye contact with Sabin. AJ then looks at the title over his shoulder and then back to Chris, and gives him a HARD slap across the mouth!~


"I carried you...I MADE you. You listen t'me y'little ungrateful bastard...Y'wanna sit back and thank Matt Hardy for kickin' your ass around for a year, fine. Thank Test for making sure you survived me for a year, even better. But you better take a good, long look at what you got, and what's got you down the line... I'm not Matt Hardy...I'm not Petey Williams, and I sure as hell aint Scott D'Amore. I'm the Phenomenon. A man like me comes around once in a lifetime and takes what's his. Keep the belt for now. Take the lil' cheers, and your stupid lil "Hail Sabin". Because Chris? They can hail you all they want...but I'ma make you pray to ME." ~Styles lowers the mic and keeps his eyes on Future's.~

~Sabin stares ahead at Styles, his face full of intensity. After a few moments, he breaks out into a sly grin and raises the title above his head with one hand, holding it right up in AJ's face as we go to a commercial break!~

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