Post by Burter on Sept 21, 2010 12:13:23 GMT -5
Sorry guys i'm at school and i don't know my password i'm permenatly logged in at my house....
The cold morning air sent a chill down Burter’s spine as he cut through it, quickly flying towards Rosemont, Illinois. The sunrise would blind most of the world’s warriors but Burter’s race had two set of eyelids, like the majestic beavers. The second set of eyelids were almost transparent but in a darker shade like sunglasses. Burter flew east and in just three hours he had finally reached his destination, The All State Arena in Rosemont. But by the time he had got there Cena and the entire WWE roster were gone. But he had found something much worse than John Cena, something twice as sinister and ten times less popular. Burter had stumbled onto a Chicago Sky WNBA game.
Burter descended onto the Court and delivered a kick into the lower back of Mistie Bass shattering her spine and assuring her ass would never play again. Then Erin Thorn threw the ball at Burter, or maybe it was a shot no one knows for sure. But Burter caught the ball! He then proceeded to do something never before seen at a WNBA game, he dunked it. The team swarmed him but no amount of hard work and fundamentals would overcome the mighty Burter. One by one he ended their meaningless non-entertaining lives. And when the last one fell the crowd went wild because nothing near this exciting has never happened in franchise history before. Burter assured them they would never again have to suffer through a boring basketball game.
Burter broke into the arena manager’s office and demanded that he tell him where the WWE’s next destination was Burter squeezed the man’s throat and all he could get out was …. “India”….. “What fucking India Burter screamed as he let go of the man.” “cough cough no Indianapolis, they went to Indianapolis
The cold morning air sent a chill down Burter’s spine as he cut through it, quickly flying towards Rosemont, Illinois. The sunrise would blind most of the world’s warriors but Burter’s race had two set of eyelids, like the majestic beavers. The second set of eyelids were almost transparent but in a darker shade like sunglasses. Burter flew east and in just three hours he had finally reached his destination, The All State Arena in Rosemont. But by the time he had got there Cena and the entire WWE roster were gone. But he had found something much worse than John Cena, something twice as sinister and ten times less popular. Burter had stumbled onto a Chicago Sky WNBA game.
Burter descended onto the Court and delivered a kick into the lower back of Mistie Bass shattering her spine and assuring her ass would never play again. Then Erin Thorn threw the ball at Burter, or maybe it was a shot no one knows for sure. But Burter caught the ball! He then proceeded to do something never before seen at a WNBA game, he dunked it. The team swarmed him but no amount of hard work and fundamentals would overcome the mighty Burter. One by one he ended their meaningless non-entertaining lives. And when the last one fell the crowd went wild because nothing near this exciting has never happened in franchise history before. Burter assured them they would never again have to suffer through a boring basketball game.
Burter broke into the arena manager’s office and demanded that he tell him where the WWE’s next destination was Burter squeezed the man’s throat and all he could get out was …. “India”….. “What fucking India Burter screamed as he let go of the man.” “cough cough no Indianapolis, they went to Indianapolis