Imagine for a second, a world where names of boxers stand for nouns, verbs, adjectives and sometimes even a sentence. Lets try telling a story with those elements shall we? I had a great week of training at the gym. Passing by the mirror, I saw my reflection and thought I looked very Sergio Martinez. Come to think of it, I might have said it out loud, because a guy behind me remarked "You are one Nickolai Valuev". Now, I am not a very Edwin Valero, but this guy was asking for it. He looked like he Paquao-d his whole life, but didn't look very Klitschko, so I figured I could save face and Bob Arum this jackass. How about you do your talking in the ring, you Paulie Malinagi- I replied. He fell into my trap like the Victor Ortiz that he was. "Just don't Chris Arreola afterwards you" was his reply. "Go Juan Manuel Marquez" was mine. The ring at our gym was Gina Carano for me. I knew I had Andre Ward in this situation, because he would Samuel Peter after me until he gassed out and became James Toney. All I needed to do was make him go Ike Ibeabuchi, wait out the onslaught and he was done. My prediction was acurate. The entire fight I was Joe Calzhage from the distance, moving away as soon as he wound up his crude, powerful shots. It might have looked funny from the distance, because I looked very Chris Byrd, but I was getting the job done while he was Alexander Povetkining the entire time. I saw a Layla Ali I always liked cheering me on from ringside. It gave me a boost of energy, and distracted my opponent. He looked at her, turned his head and gave her a Zab Judah. I knew it was my chance, and even though it was Floyd Mayweather, i took my chance and threw a massive haymaker, landing flush on his jaw. He was Roy Jones, and I was victorious! His buddies and the girl from ring side came up to me. You Julio Chavez junior! they yelled, but kept Wladimir Klitschko from me. I was a little upset but the girl whispered "Don't worry, I still Jose Suleyman you, no matter what" and it made it all better. The end.
I felt this Butterbean story was rather Klitschko lacking any Pacquiao or Leonard to it. I felt rather Margarito by it.
lol it's not a true story. I was inspired by the dictator [ame]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrYbxwDU3xU[/ame]
At the take away, ordering a donner wrap, guy making it asked how I'd like it so I replied 'Margarito' 'ok boss, a bit of everything then' sending some delicate antiques via post, wrote on the box 'Careful, Amir Khan' Waiting in line at the bank, some bloke cuts in front of me, so I say 'Whoa there Al Haymon,this isn't the IBF' Three guys jumped me and took all my money, wallet and phone. I reported the Pac-Bradley to the police. I nicked someone else's lottery ticket and won a grand! Never felt so Danny Garcia Illegal immigrants comprise most of the apple pickers, strawberry pickers, orange pickers and Joe Calzaghes in the USA My mate kept prodding me in the eye with a 10 foot stick. I hate it when he Klitchkos me like that Im afraid I've noticed the first signs of Larry Merchant in my elderly father, he keeps forgetting what he was saying. Ive tried several times to Ortiz smoking
You deserve to be Sam Kellermanned for making this thread. (Beaten to death with a hammer and left inside your burning apartment) :yep