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Ruby
The Chicago wind is a Mustang. Every Mustang straps on helmets, pads, and cleats. Yells, chants, and banging lockers are only heard by the players themselves. Tim Harper looks around the locker room, only looking at one thing. Winners. He takes and drag and tells them to get on that fucking field and play some football. The crowd roars throughout Thundering Herd Stadium. The Mustangs are unlike any other team. They don't just play with passion, but they play with every single sweat, blood, and tear in their body. Mustangs defense stampede the competition while the Mustangs offense gallops to victory. The Chicago wind is a Mustang.
"Who replaced the Gatorade with Maple Syrup again," which is what many of the players had said including Mustangs Tight End Mark Mustang after soundly beating the Sabercats 31-6.
"Everyone in the lockeroom was just having a good time ya' kno', cracking jokes, all that fun stuff," Sam Bolster told reporters. "The game was fun to play in man, I mean if you would call that a game."
"Just another day at the office," proclaimed Bug Eater "Tim said that hes going to buy me Hot Pockets after every game we win, so pay up as i am hungry for some Hot Pockets."
"I might have to setup a sponsorship with them to save my pocket book. Fat lineman eat way too much," Tim had told reporters with his evil smirk on.
"Stinky needs his strength for his pancakes," Stinky said as him and Lawrence Jackson think it is funny to try to imitate Coach Harper as he talks in third person. Mustangs were no dought in a good mood.
"How about we are having a post game benefit to feed to hungry with all the pancakes we are going to have...sponsored by Aunt Jemima Syrup.
Please mark the Gatorade cooler with Syrup in it as SYRUP....I know its Stinky Crotch spiking the damn coolers...." Mark Mustangs said sometime later still trying to get the syrup taste out of his mouth. The Mustangs were happy indeed about there first win. After all they deserved it. What they were also very happy about was the Washington Extreme were trounced by the Saints 10-35 which could only make the smiles on the Mustangs bigger. However, with all the happiness in the lockeroom there was a member of the Mustangs still at his locker getting dressed.
"That was my first game in the Pros. I finally made it to the Pros, you know? I go out there, I play hard, I record my first sack, and I come back into the locker room without even a pat on the back. Lawrence and MoD didn't even look at me. It took a while before I finally realized that the Mustangs don't have competition until seven or eight more games... Back to the drawing board, I guess, right? No time to chat, though. I've got towels to pick up and a few more hazings to get through before I even count as being on the roster," Rembrandt Hall said as he crawled his way around the lockeroom looking for towels. To close the Post Game Conference Sam Bolster spoke up.
"Don't sleep on the Mustangs, anything less then a Championship this season is a disapointment. Even though we all know we are the best team in the game, We still have to prove it. I look farward."
Ruby
The Chicago wind is a Mustang. Every Mustang straps on helmets, pads, and cleats. Yells, chants, and banging lockers are only heard by the players themselves. Tim Harper looks around the locker room, only looking at one thing. Winners. He takes and drag and tells them to get on that fucking field and play some football. The crowd roars throughout Thundering Herd Stadium. The Mustangs are unlike any other team. They don't just play with passion, but they play with every single sweat, blood, and tear in their body. Mustangs defense stampede the competition while the Mustangs offense gallops to victory. The Chicago wind is a Mustang.
"Who replaced the Gatorade with Maple Syrup again," which is what many of the players had said including Mustangs Tight End Mark Mustang after soundly beating the Sabercats 31-6.
"Everyone in the lockeroom was just having a good time ya' kno', cracking jokes, all that fun stuff," Sam Bolster told reporters. "The game was fun to play in man, I mean if you would call that a game."
"Just another day at the office," proclaimed Bug Eater "Tim said that hes going to buy me Hot Pockets after every game we win, so pay up as i am hungry for some Hot Pockets."
"I might have to setup a sponsorship with them to save my pocket book. Fat lineman eat way too much," Tim had told reporters with his evil smirk on.
"Stinky needs his strength for his pancakes," Stinky said as him and Lawrence Jackson think it is funny to try to imitate Coach Harper as he talks in third person. Mustangs were no dought in a good mood.
"How about we are having a post game benefit to feed to hungry with all the pancakes we are going to have...sponsored by Aunt Jemima Syrup.
Please mark the Gatorade cooler with Syrup in it as SYRUP....I know its Stinky Crotch spiking the damn coolers...." Mark Mustangs said sometime later still trying to get the syrup taste out of his mouth. The Mustangs were happy indeed about there first win. After all they deserved it. What they were also very happy about was the Washington Extreme were trounced by the Saints 10-35 which could only make the smiles on the Mustangs bigger. However, with all the happiness in the lockeroom there was a member of the Mustangs still at his locker getting dressed.
"That was my first game in the Pros. I finally made it to the Pros, you know? I go out there, I play hard, I record my first sack, and I come back into the locker room without even a pat on the back. Lawrence and MoD didn't even look at me. It took a while before I finally realized that the Mustangs don't have competition until seven or eight more games... Back to the drawing board, I guess, right? No time to chat, though. I've got towels to pick up and a few more hazings to get through before I even count as being on the roster," Rembrandt Hall said as he crawled his way around the lockeroom looking for towels. To close the Post Game Conference Sam Bolster spoke up.
"Don't sleep on the Mustangs, anything less then a Championship this season is a disapointment. Even though we all know we are the best team in the game, We still have to prove it. I look farward."
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