Time to get Extreme!

The bell rings as the announcer tells the crowd that Sabu is the winner of the bout against CM Punk. Sabu stands in the ring, looks around, breathing heavy and then suddenly points to the sky. The crowd cheers for him loudly. Sabu walks over and calls for a mic. The crowd cheers even louder. This is one of the few times Sabu has ever spoken on the mic. Sabu smiles and then it suddenly disappears as he speaks.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

The crowd turns to a shocked reaction. Not sure what to think of Sabu.

"I am tired of you people. I have came out in front of you people time after time and done things none of you would believe. But you still treat me as a joke. As though you don't get the bigger picture. I have went through company after company, shown them one of the top entertainers of all time, and none of them cared. I was even barred from competing in the United States there for a while. That was the best time of my life. I competed in Japan, Iran, Saudi Arabia. Countries not full of bullshit like all of you here tonight. The American people disgust me. All of you think that you are better than other countries and all the people from those countries. You're wrong. I have lived in several different countries and let me tell you that America is far from the best. If anything, the USA is full of pigs who don't understand practically anything! It's a disgrace for me to have to come out and preform for all of you ungrateful pieces of shit. America, you can kiss my ass!"

A theme begins to play as the crowd erupts, Sabu spins toward the entry way, not really scared, but pissed off.

[OPEN TO SIGMA. By the way, it's been a while since I have had Sabu. Trying it this way. ]

The WWF fans erupt with cheer as the music of the legend hits. Dusty storms out on the stage looking angry, holding a mic.



Dusty: Sabu boy that just isn't gonna play here! Y'know I've been sitting behind that curtain since you started this and I wasn't gonna come out here. 'Cos I respect that you can say what you want about this country. But Dusty Rhodes ain't gonna sit back while you start your nonsense about these people. I ain't going to stand for that Sabu! Because these people, these people have come here and spent their hard earned money to be entertained. That's why you're here boy!

Dusty gets more and more irate as the crowd begins to chant his name.

Dusty: Do you hear that Sabu? That's the sound of hard working Americans. That's the sound of factory workers, terrified that a computah is going to take their job. That's the sound of office workers who stare at the clock, waiting for it to click to leavin' time so they don't miss dinner with their family. It's the sound of the working dad who did overtime for a month straight just so he could get his son a seat at front row tonight! These people are gone through hard times Sabu, but they come here to escape it. 'Cos that's our job daddy! We entertain these people through the hard times! And that's why I ain't gonna stand for you insulting them!

A smile suddenly comes across the face of Dusty Rhodes

Dusty: Now maybe you need reminding that the WWF has the best talent in the world. So I'm going to remind you. Tonight Sabu, you're going to go one on one with a boy I brought with me from WCW. He's going to teach you a lesson in respect. And that man, is CM PUNK!

Sabu cooly stares at Dusty Rhodes, trying not to show any emotion. Dusty's music hits as he leaves the stage.

[Open to Aleed if he so pleases.]

Sabu stares at the spot where Dusty Rhodes stood a moment ago in bewilderment. He goes to speak, shakes his head, then goes to speak again.

"Are you senile Dusty? I just beat CM Punk! Your little, hand selected guy, just got beat by the most extreme man in wrestling, me! As for the people here that you mentioned..."

Sabu looks around at the crowd in disgust.

"I see nothing but fat slobs who have no right to anything they preach about. The freedom of speech is a lie. The entire Bill of rights is wrong. Every last ounce of America that you, hard blooded, so called 'good people' stand for, is complete and utter bullshit. At least in Saudi Arabia, they let you know before you get screwed over by the government. Unlike America who simply listens to your phone calls and escorts you to prisons that no one knows about. But we all know! All of you people in the crowd sit by and let it happen simply because those same men wear turbans and pray to a god that none of you believe in. But it's fine, Dusty can have his way tonight. Maybe he will get some of his logic back and actually admit that he is senile, and then admit that America, is a load of crap."

With that, Sabu drops the mic and heads up the ramp, into the back as his theme plays.

[PROMO CLOSED AND READY TO BE GRADED]