Post by The L.F.C Fan on Nov 9, 2008 5:17:02 GMT -5
Sheer Domination woke up, it was the morning after the night before so to speak. Domination felt a great feeling, that of victory. The night before Sheer Domination had got the pin in his debut match, a triple threat.
As the feelings of greatness and excitement wore off Sheer Domination felt a new feeling – that of pain. In the match the night before he had taken a stiff superplex, thus giving him a pain in his hamstring; Domination thought this was all part of the business.
Domination hadn’t had a real name towards the end of his life in Britain, after being kicked out aged 18 and taking the council flat he hadn’t been spoken to in any sense of familiarity, in short he was a loner back in Britain, he kept himself to himself and kept complete control of his anger. However he realised he would have to take back his old name for official documentation etc. whilst in America. Domination considered changing his name for a couple of seconds before considering it ridiculous and a complete waste of time – the truth would have to come out, his real and official name is Angus Burgler and that’s how it would stay. But what if somebody began teasing him about it? The postman grinning as he handed him a parcel with “A. Burgler” written on it, would he be able to control himself?
Flashback
Angus Burgler was in the living room of his parents’ 2-bedroom semi-detached house in Britain, aged 18. He was sitting on the single chair in his living room with his parents on the couch; his father began a conversation between the three. Angus’ parents were named Michael (or Mike, as he preferred to be called) Burgler and Theresa Burgler.
Mike: Angus, you’re eighteen now, you haven’t done anything since you left school at 16, you are a lazy nobody who expects me and your mother to provide for you while you just sit on your arse all day
Angus: Dad, you know I’ve tried for jobs
Mike: Well you clearly haven’t tried hard enough now have you?
Angus: Well, I’ve gone for over forty jobs over the last two years you can’t try much more than that can you?!
Angus Burgler’ temper was beginning to get the better of him.
Mike: Angus if you don’t have a job within two weeks you’re going to have to leave
Angus: What?
Mike’s voice became sterner
Mike: Listen, son, you need to learn that in the real world you don’t just get things handed to you on a silver plate
Theresa’ face was getting agitated, she wasn’t happy that her husband and only son were arguing like this and she understood that at 56 this wasn’t good for her or her husband’s health.
Angus Burgler lost it. In seemingly one movement he got up and dived forward at his father, Mike was 5 “9 but had nothing on Sheer Domination’s power. Angus ploughed into his father with a right fist; the fist hit his fathers jaw, producing a sickening crunch noise. His Father’ mouth had blood gushing from it. Angus looked shocked at what he had just done. Michael Burgler sat up and bellowed at Angus.
Michael Burgler: GET OUTTTTTTTTT
The decibel level produced by Michael was unprecedented. Angus panicked, grabbed his jacket and ran out of the door, leaving his tearful mother to clean up his father. Angus just ran and ran until he had literally no breath left in him.
Sheer Domination returned to the real world, he took a deep breath and looked at his watch. He cursed, it was gone 10:30 and he must have woken up late. His first anger management class was 10:40 and it would take him atleast 20 minutes to get to the venue and that’s if he runs. Domination hastily threw on his clothes and left his flat, he then went down the elevator and out of the block of flats. Sheer Domination began running at full speed with a slight grin on his face – for he new how much better his life was going to become.
As the feelings of greatness and excitement wore off Sheer Domination felt a new feeling – that of pain. In the match the night before he had taken a stiff superplex, thus giving him a pain in his hamstring; Domination thought this was all part of the business.
Domination hadn’t had a real name towards the end of his life in Britain, after being kicked out aged 18 and taking the council flat he hadn’t been spoken to in any sense of familiarity, in short he was a loner back in Britain, he kept himself to himself and kept complete control of his anger. However he realised he would have to take back his old name for official documentation etc. whilst in America. Domination considered changing his name for a couple of seconds before considering it ridiculous and a complete waste of time – the truth would have to come out, his real and official name is Angus Burgler and that’s how it would stay. But what if somebody began teasing him about it? The postman grinning as he handed him a parcel with “A. Burgler” written on it, would he be able to control himself?
Flashback
Angus Burgler was in the living room of his parents’ 2-bedroom semi-detached house in Britain, aged 18. He was sitting on the single chair in his living room with his parents on the couch; his father began a conversation between the three. Angus’ parents were named Michael (or Mike, as he preferred to be called) Burgler and Theresa Burgler.
Mike: Angus, you’re eighteen now, you haven’t done anything since you left school at 16, you are a lazy nobody who expects me and your mother to provide for you while you just sit on your arse all day
Angus: Dad, you know I’ve tried for jobs
Mike: Well you clearly haven’t tried hard enough now have you?
Angus: Well, I’ve gone for over forty jobs over the last two years you can’t try much more than that can you?!
Angus Burgler’ temper was beginning to get the better of him.
Mike: Angus if you don’t have a job within two weeks you’re going to have to leave
Angus: What?
Mike’s voice became sterner
Mike: Listen, son, you need to learn that in the real world you don’t just get things handed to you on a silver plate
Theresa’ face was getting agitated, she wasn’t happy that her husband and only son were arguing like this and she understood that at 56 this wasn’t good for her or her husband’s health.
Angus Burgler lost it. In seemingly one movement he got up and dived forward at his father, Mike was 5 “9 but had nothing on Sheer Domination’s power. Angus ploughed into his father with a right fist; the fist hit his fathers jaw, producing a sickening crunch noise. His Father’ mouth had blood gushing from it. Angus looked shocked at what he had just done. Michael Burgler sat up and bellowed at Angus.
Michael Burgler: GET OUTTTTTTTTT
The decibel level produced by Michael was unprecedented. Angus panicked, grabbed his jacket and ran out of the door, leaving his tearful mother to clean up his father. Angus just ran and ran until he had literally no breath left in him.
Sheer Domination returned to the real world, he took a deep breath and looked at his watch. He cursed, it was gone 10:30 and he must have woken up late. His first anger management class was 10:40 and it would take him atleast 20 minutes to get to the venue and that’s if he runs. Domination hastily threw on his clothes and left his flat, he then went down the elevator and out of the block of flats. Sheer Domination began running at full speed with a slight grin on his face – for he new how much better his life was going to become.