Post by Your JESUS on May 23, 2008 20:02:47 GMT -4
Sabur and Razor are seated at a bar. The Irish Hammer picks up his glass of draft Budweiser, takes a huge gulp polishing off the remainder of his brew. Razor swirls the whiskey in his glass and then swigs it down. The stand up, Sabur hands over his I.D. to the bartender to get a cup of darts. The two members of Sex and Violence walk over toward the electronic dart board. Sabur drops some quarters into the machine enters the game into two player mode. Sabur steps out of the way moving his hands toward Razor in the after you fashion.
Sabur: Ladies first.
Razor: Ha ha, fuck you big man.
Razor toes up to the line and tosses the first dart. Nailing the double 8, then shoots out the other two darts nailing the single 4, and the triple 10. Sabur pats his partner on the back, and steps up for his turn.
Sabur: So TLC, many teams have skyrocketed by way of the TLC. Hell even singles careers have taken off via this famous match.
Razor: Yes sir, and it would feel incredible to finally strap some gold around my waist here in APW.
Sabur: You and me both, the double cunt duo is going to be the big factor, and a serious challenge. All I hear is how they work so well together, and their past accolades, I'll tell you what, I hated History in high school and I hate it here in APW. Week after week people spit out their personal history, their past wins, and how great they were, and what they won when they were they here and there, hell.....even you have boasted at one time about the glory of old.
Razor: So what wrong with being proud of accomplishments, and hard work. So your telling me right here and now, that we walk out the APW tag team champions you wont be boasting.
Sabur: Well yeah, for the simple fact that we will be the APW tag champs, not the EWC, OWF, DAP, XLF, WWE, WCW, TNA, ROH, FCW, NWA, WCCW. In my opinion you can rule the roast across the street but when you enter my yard it's a different game. We are in the APW and past accomplishments are great, and may have honed you skills along the way, but I don't give a fuck about some old washed up fed no matter who wrestled there, Sunday is Mayhem, in APW. So at Mayhem if the double up sluts get the win, the more props to them, my hats off, cause then in my mind they really will have done something great, and worth bragging about..
Razor: That’s one perspective, as far as done something here, hell what have we done, what has the Hardcore Kid done, and the Jason Royce, all he's done is piss people off and give the THK a run for his money on the loss streak. I don't know if it's the whiskey talking, but with a open mind it seems we have landed ourselves in a match with people that have nothing to loose and all to gain. You seem to be focused of the Super Chic's but THK and the ICEMAN could just as easily sneak in and be sleepers.
Silence
Sabur looks at Ryan, then the two burst into laughter.
Sabur: THK don't bust me up, and the ICEMAN cometh....HA! Sleeper is right, the Iceman will be napping in the back, and THK will defiantly put the crowd into snore mode, HEY can we get a couple more drinks over here.
Just then a man hollers out from the pool tables. "HEY, CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP OVER THERE!!"
Sabur looks over at Razor, as he notices a smirk on the face of the Bad Guy. Razor walks over toward a group of men at the pool table.
Razor: Hey Yo....which one of you Lilly bitches has something to say.
Man: Hey....Yeah, fucking retard....we don't need two fagots ass wrestlers coming in here queering up our bar, so jump on the circus car and scurry on to the next town.
The Mens friends all nod in agreement with their buddy's comments.
Sabur staggers over a bit drunk from the beers he has devoured during a night out with his tag team partner.
Sabur: Hey Bro...Sounds like you might need my help.....That’s what partners do right....get each others back!
Man: Partners....life partners......(his buddies laugh).....I bet you get each others backs every night (Men Laugh more)
Sabur then big boots the man in the face sending him back ward onto the pool table unconscious. A man swings at the Bad Guy as Ryan blocks it with his left then counters with a very Razor-ish right hand. A man tries to crack Ryan with a cue stick and Sabur catches it out of the corner of his eye. Sabur spears the side of the man, as the cue stick drops Razor continues the fist to jaw assault on the man. Sabur hoists the downed man that just felt the wrath of a spear, and flings him over the railing into a bunch of bar stools. Two men then bash beer bottles over the head of Sabur, as the Irish Hammer drops to a knee stunned from the shots. Razor yokes one up by the waist spinning him around with a sidewalk slam. Sabur catches a couple of shots from the man to the face, just then a crack from a cue stick rings out as a man snaps the stick in half. The sound echos through the ears of Sabur and his eyeball twitches, the sound resembling the crack usually delivered by the Career Killer. Sabur stands grabs the man and releases him overhead with a T-Bone suplex. Sabur then sees a man with two halves of a cue stick. He steps forward the man swings rapidly with the new weapons. The sticks slap into the muscular arms of the Irish Hammer as he classes in promptly on the man grabbing his throat with his hand. Sabur smirks at the man, suddenly the man goes up and then down onto the pool table with a choke slam. Another body crashes to the floor as Razor drops another across the room. Sirens blare out as a couple of police squadrons storm into the bar as if a terrorist sleeper cell had just been found. The next APW tag team champions are quick to oblige with the authorities, and get cuffed and stuffed Goo-Goot. (Sorry couldn't resist the Duke of Hazard Roscoe reference).
A few hours later, inside a jail cell with drug dealers, thieves, thugs and crack heads, Sabur and Razor sit. Razor on a bench by himself.
Razor: What I wouldn't give for a tooth pick right now Chico.
Sabur surrounded by a group of people fascinated by the tall tales the Irish Hammer is spewing upon their gullible ears..
Sabur: So then the cars says to me....I am the Knight Industries.......
"SABUR....RAZOR...YOU'RE FREE TO GO, BAILS BEEN POSTED"
Sabur: Nice....alright fellas hang tough in here.
Razor: Later bitches. (rubbing his hands together anxiously wanting out)
The two men make their way out of the cell and down a hall. The walk through a door to get processed out and their stood the rescuer, the man that posted their bail. None other then the Career Killer, the very man that deserves to be called a legend, and the next APW Heavyweight champion Trevor Blackwell.
Sabur: Nice....you came to get us out, I didn't know if we would have been free in time for the PPV.
Trevor: Couldn't let Sex and Violences' challengers for the tag team titles miss their shot at glory.
Razor: Yeah if we rotted in there Dianna and Sprit surely would have walked out with the gold.
The process runs it's course and the three walk out of the county jail.
Sabur: Whew, that place was tuff, loads of criminals, and sicko's....but now I can add doin' hard time on my resume, ohhh would that piss of the Big Boss Man.
Trevor looks at the Irish Hammer with a deadly stare.
Sabur: WHAT? (Looks over at Razor for support, but the Bad Guy turns his head and whistles)
Razor and Sabur hop in a cab to get a ride to the arena, as Trevor mounts his bike. He fires up his steel horse and rumbles off.
Back at the arena, Razor walks up to the locker room door, as it swings opens to the bad guys surprise. A suited up Sabur with a fake bald head rubber cap on is head and a fake patch of hair on his chin just under his bottom lip.
Razor: Wow if it's not a jacked up Howie Mandel of juice.
Sabur Mandel: Ding ding ding, we have a winner. (Sabur looks around quickly trying so see if was spotted by anyone else)
Razor is then yanked into the locker room by the large man. The 987657 arena is slightly filled with about half capacity as it's about an hour until the shows starts. In the ring is a dark tag match is taking place. A couple of men are getting worked over by a couple of female wrestlers. Just then the theme music from Deal or No Deal hits, as the clips from the show play on the titantron. Outs walks Sabur Mandel with a mic in hand.
Sabur Mandel: Alright ladies and gentlemen welcomes to Deal or Shitier Deal I'm your host Sabur Mandel......oh there’s a match going on excuse me, oh a tag team match...with women, humph!
Sabur Mandel looks out to the crowd as he walks to the ring.
Sabur Mandel: So what do you people want to see before another top notch PPV from APW, some shitty dark match with a women tag team none the less.
Sabur cups his hand to his ear as he holds the mic outward to pick up the response from the crowd which is an overwhelming chorus of boo's.
Sabur Mandel: Or would you folks once again love to be thrilled and entertained with the comedic talents of the Irish Hammer productions.
Once again the mic is pointed outward to the fans, which is met be an overwhelming amount of cheers and moo's.
Sabur Mandel: Alright scurry on females, and you men should be ashamed by letting these modern day hussies get over on you. The two teams look stunned at the Irish Hammer in costume. The two teams begin wrestling as Sabur Mandel is standing outside the ring. The Hammer then speaks to group of ringside fans, as their start a "Fuckin Hussies" chant due to Sabur's coaxing. The deafening sound of boo's and boring ring through the arena echoing of the walls.. Sabur Mandel makes his way up the steps, and enters the ring. He holds the mic up.
Sabur Mandel: Alright lets get the show under way.
Sabur dings the Dark haired Evil Lyn looking bitch in the head with the mic. The other is thrown out of the ring by the two man tag team of jobbers. Sabur whispers in the ear of the two men, and then goes back to addressing the crowd.
Sabur Mandel: Alright here we go with another edition of Deal or Shittier Deal, and lets welcome out our next contestant for the game, from Canada, he is one half of the next tag team champions, and a rugged member of Sex and Violence Razor Ryan.
The music hits and out runs Razor Ryan with a look of excitement on his face. He enters the ring and touches fists with Sabur Mandel.
Sabur Mandel: And these jobbers are Razors supporters.....So whats next...lets see...uhhh. oh That’s right, ok so lets bring out the ladies, by the way let me add is just exactly what a women should be doing dressing in hot lil outfits, looking all good, not jumping inside a wrestling ring ready to get their teeth kicked in, over some title belts the can't win, anyway here comes the ladies. Alright I'm not going to get into the rules of the game Razor I'm sure you know the Deal, so lets do it, go ahead and pick a case.
Razor: Let me have uhh......case number 11.
Sabur Mandel: Alright Katrina bring down case 11 for our contestant. Sweet in this case is a shitty deal, but you my friend have the chance to eliminate other cases so lets go Deal or Shitier Deal.
Razor: Lets go with five.
The model opens case five to reveal " Trading spots in the rankings with THK and Jason Royce". Razor looks stunned, as Sabur stands there with a cheesy game show host grin.
Sabur Mandel: That’s a shity deal, but is their possibly a shitier deal in your case. So pick another.
Razor: Alright uhhh.....number 2.
Case two is opened by the model, and reveals "A marriage to Dianna Steele".
Sabur Mandel: Ooohhhh, That’s a shitty deal, who would want that...Ok...it's time to introduce you to the banker, this sick fuck thinks he some big shot caller.
On the titantron a silhouette of a hooded man stands there seemingly talking on a phone in a I am JESUS pose. Then a cell phone rings in Sabur Mandel's pocket.
Sabur Mandel: Ohh it's the banker, hello.....ok.....you’re a godlike man....ok bitch give us the deal, these people don't give a shit about your JESUS complex, we want deals. Alright I will let him know....oh by the way banker...there is a godly scent of dick on your breath....you might want to mouth rinse before doing business deals. Alright Razor, the rather lively banker has just offered three shitty deals out of cases of your choosing to get you out of your shittier deal that could possibly be in your case. So deal or shitier deal.
Razor looks out toward the crowd, listening to their response.
Razor: Uh....I'll take the shitier deal, fuck the others.
Sabur Mandel: Alright lets looks at the three case you have turned down. If you took the deal what would your first choice have been.
Razor: Case 1
The case then opens to reveal "A spot in the Church of Kaos"
Razor: Ohhh That’s shitty. alright my next case would have been number 7.
Seven opens, and shows the deal. "A one night stand with Tara Jacobs"
Sabur Mandel: Ohh another shitty deal, one night stand with Tranny Jacobs That’s a doozy, and you final choice would have been.
Razor: Number 14.
14 opens and the crowd Boooo's in response as the case shows "Spirit and Dianna become tag champs"
Sabur Mandel: That has to be the shittiest deal on the board, fuck...lets see the shittier deal that you picked, That’s a tough one to beat.
Razor's case is opened to reveal "Tagging with a sexy motherfucker, with the baddest body in the APW, and bring home the gold tonight"
Sabur Mandel: Wow That’s a shitier deal....for everyone else involved in the TLC match later, but for you my rugged friend, I think it's a hell of a deal.
Sabur then peals off the bald rubber head piece, throws it to the ground, as him and Razor lift their arms in the air to the cheers of the fans.
Sabur: Well folks that just goes to show you, if show up early to an APW event, you'll never know the surprise iggy's in store for you. Tara Jacobs, Dianna Steele, Hardcore Kid, and Jason Royce later tonight I coming home in that ring, and you are all welcomed to join me in the House of Pain.
The two walk behind the curtain of the entrance ramp, as the crowd roars with cheers for the two members of Sex and Violence. As Sabur is back stage the engineering crew takes his mic from him, he then grabs it back checking the bottom to see if the mic is still live, he holds it to his mouth and lets out a "MOOOOOOO!" and then waits for the overwhelming response of Mooo's in return.
Sabur: Ladies first.
Razor: Ha ha, fuck you big man.
Razor toes up to the line and tosses the first dart. Nailing the double 8, then shoots out the other two darts nailing the single 4, and the triple 10. Sabur pats his partner on the back, and steps up for his turn.
Sabur: So TLC, many teams have skyrocketed by way of the TLC. Hell even singles careers have taken off via this famous match.
Razor: Yes sir, and it would feel incredible to finally strap some gold around my waist here in APW.
Sabur: You and me both, the double cunt duo is going to be the big factor, and a serious challenge. All I hear is how they work so well together, and their past accolades, I'll tell you what, I hated History in high school and I hate it here in APW. Week after week people spit out their personal history, their past wins, and how great they were, and what they won when they were they here and there, hell.....even you have boasted at one time about the glory of old.
Razor: So what wrong with being proud of accomplishments, and hard work. So your telling me right here and now, that we walk out the APW tag team champions you wont be boasting.
Sabur: Well yeah, for the simple fact that we will be the APW tag champs, not the EWC, OWF, DAP, XLF, WWE, WCW, TNA, ROH, FCW, NWA, WCCW. In my opinion you can rule the roast across the street but when you enter my yard it's a different game. We are in the APW and past accomplishments are great, and may have honed you skills along the way, but I don't give a fuck about some old washed up fed no matter who wrestled there, Sunday is Mayhem, in APW. So at Mayhem if the double up sluts get the win, the more props to them, my hats off, cause then in my mind they really will have done something great, and worth bragging about..
Razor: That’s one perspective, as far as done something here, hell what have we done, what has the Hardcore Kid done, and the Jason Royce, all he's done is piss people off and give the THK a run for his money on the loss streak. I don't know if it's the whiskey talking, but with a open mind it seems we have landed ourselves in a match with people that have nothing to loose and all to gain. You seem to be focused of the Super Chic's but THK and the ICEMAN could just as easily sneak in and be sleepers.
Silence
Sabur looks at Ryan, then the two burst into laughter.
Sabur: THK don't bust me up, and the ICEMAN cometh....HA! Sleeper is right, the Iceman will be napping in the back, and THK will defiantly put the crowd into snore mode, HEY can we get a couple more drinks over here.
Just then a man hollers out from the pool tables. "HEY, CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP OVER THERE!!"
Sabur looks over at Razor, as he notices a smirk on the face of the Bad Guy. Razor walks over toward a group of men at the pool table.
Razor: Hey Yo....which one of you Lilly bitches has something to say.
Man: Hey....Yeah, fucking retard....we don't need two fagots ass wrestlers coming in here queering up our bar, so jump on the circus car and scurry on to the next town.
The Mens friends all nod in agreement with their buddy's comments.
Sabur staggers over a bit drunk from the beers he has devoured during a night out with his tag team partner.
Sabur: Hey Bro...Sounds like you might need my help.....That’s what partners do right....get each others back!
Man: Partners....life partners......(his buddies laugh).....I bet you get each others backs every night (Men Laugh more)
Sabur then big boots the man in the face sending him back ward onto the pool table unconscious. A man swings at the Bad Guy as Ryan blocks it with his left then counters with a very Razor-ish right hand. A man tries to crack Ryan with a cue stick and Sabur catches it out of the corner of his eye. Sabur spears the side of the man, as the cue stick drops Razor continues the fist to jaw assault on the man. Sabur hoists the downed man that just felt the wrath of a spear, and flings him over the railing into a bunch of bar stools. Two men then bash beer bottles over the head of Sabur, as the Irish Hammer drops to a knee stunned from the shots. Razor yokes one up by the waist spinning him around with a sidewalk slam. Sabur catches a couple of shots from the man to the face, just then a crack from a cue stick rings out as a man snaps the stick in half. The sound echos through the ears of Sabur and his eyeball twitches, the sound resembling the crack usually delivered by the Career Killer. Sabur stands grabs the man and releases him overhead with a T-Bone suplex. Sabur then sees a man with two halves of a cue stick. He steps forward the man swings rapidly with the new weapons. The sticks slap into the muscular arms of the Irish Hammer as he classes in promptly on the man grabbing his throat with his hand. Sabur smirks at the man, suddenly the man goes up and then down onto the pool table with a choke slam. Another body crashes to the floor as Razor drops another across the room. Sirens blare out as a couple of police squadrons storm into the bar as if a terrorist sleeper cell had just been found. The next APW tag team champions are quick to oblige with the authorities, and get cuffed and stuffed Goo-Goot. (Sorry couldn't resist the Duke of Hazard Roscoe reference).
A few hours later, inside a jail cell with drug dealers, thieves, thugs and crack heads, Sabur and Razor sit. Razor on a bench by himself.
Razor: What I wouldn't give for a tooth pick right now Chico.
Sabur surrounded by a group of people fascinated by the tall tales the Irish Hammer is spewing upon their gullible ears..
Sabur: So then the cars says to me....I am the Knight Industries.......
"SABUR....RAZOR...YOU'RE FREE TO GO, BAILS BEEN POSTED"
Sabur: Nice....alright fellas hang tough in here.
Razor: Later bitches. (rubbing his hands together anxiously wanting out)
The two men make their way out of the cell and down a hall. The walk through a door to get processed out and their stood the rescuer, the man that posted their bail. None other then the Career Killer, the very man that deserves to be called a legend, and the next APW Heavyweight champion Trevor Blackwell.
Sabur: Nice....you came to get us out, I didn't know if we would have been free in time for the PPV.
Trevor: Couldn't let Sex and Violences' challengers for the tag team titles miss their shot at glory.
Razor: Yeah if we rotted in there Dianna and Sprit surely would have walked out with the gold.
The process runs it's course and the three walk out of the county jail.
Sabur: Whew, that place was tuff, loads of criminals, and sicko's....but now I can add doin' hard time on my resume, ohhh would that piss of the Big Boss Man.
Trevor looks at the Irish Hammer with a deadly stare.
Sabur: WHAT? (Looks over at Razor for support, but the Bad Guy turns his head and whistles)
Razor and Sabur hop in a cab to get a ride to the arena, as Trevor mounts his bike. He fires up his steel horse and rumbles off.
Back at the arena, Razor walks up to the locker room door, as it swings opens to the bad guys surprise. A suited up Sabur with a fake bald head rubber cap on is head and a fake patch of hair on his chin just under his bottom lip.
Razor: Wow if it's not a jacked up Howie Mandel of juice.
Sabur Mandel: Ding ding ding, we have a winner. (Sabur looks around quickly trying so see if was spotted by anyone else)
Razor is then yanked into the locker room by the large man. The 987657 arena is slightly filled with about half capacity as it's about an hour until the shows starts. In the ring is a dark tag match is taking place. A couple of men are getting worked over by a couple of female wrestlers. Just then the theme music from Deal or No Deal hits, as the clips from the show play on the titantron. Outs walks Sabur Mandel with a mic in hand.
Sabur Mandel: Alright ladies and gentlemen welcomes to Deal or Shitier Deal I'm your host Sabur Mandel......oh there’s a match going on excuse me, oh a tag team match...with women, humph!
Sabur Mandel looks out to the crowd as he walks to the ring.
Sabur Mandel: So what do you people want to see before another top notch PPV from APW, some shitty dark match with a women tag team none the less.
Sabur cups his hand to his ear as he holds the mic outward to pick up the response from the crowd which is an overwhelming chorus of boo's.
Sabur Mandel: Or would you folks once again love to be thrilled and entertained with the comedic talents of the Irish Hammer productions.
Once again the mic is pointed outward to the fans, which is met be an overwhelming amount of cheers and moo's.
Sabur Mandel: Alright scurry on females, and you men should be ashamed by letting these modern day hussies get over on you. The two teams look stunned at the Irish Hammer in costume. The two teams begin wrestling as Sabur Mandel is standing outside the ring. The Hammer then speaks to group of ringside fans, as their start a "Fuckin Hussies" chant due to Sabur's coaxing. The deafening sound of boo's and boring ring through the arena echoing of the walls.. Sabur Mandel makes his way up the steps, and enters the ring. He holds the mic up.
Sabur Mandel: Alright lets get the show under way.
Sabur dings the Dark haired Evil Lyn looking bitch in the head with the mic. The other is thrown out of the ring by the two man tag team of jobbers. Sabur whispers in the ear of the two men, and then goes back to addressing the crowd.
Sabur Mandel: Alright here we go with another edition of Deal or Shittier Deal, and lets welcome out our next contestant for the game, from Canada, he is one half of the next tag team champions, and a rugged member of Sex and Violence Razor Ryan.
The music hits and out runs Razor Ryan with a look of excitement on his face. He enters the ring and touches fists with Sabur Mandel.
Sabur Mandel: And these jobbers are Razors supporters.....So whats next...lets see...uhhh. oh That’s right, ok so lets bring out the ladies, by the way let me add is just exactly what a women should be doing dressing in hot lil outfits, looking all good, not jumping inside a wrestling ring ready to get their teeth kicked in, over some title belts the can't win, anyway here comes the ladies. Alright I'm not going to get into the rules of the game Razor I'm sure you know the Deal, so lets do it, go ahead and pick a case.
Razor: Let me have uhh......case number 11.
Sabur Mandel: Alright Katrina bring down case 11 for our contestant. Sweet in this case is a shitty deal, but you my friend have the chance to eliminate other cases so lets go Deal or Shitier Deal.
Razor: Lets go with five.
The model opens case five to reveal " Trading spots in the rankings with THK and Jason Royce". Razor looks stunned, as Sabur stands there with a cheesy game show host grin.
Sabur Mandel: That’s a shity deal, but is their possibly a shitier deal in your case. So pick another.
Razor: Alright uhhh.....number 2.
Case two is opened by the model, and reveals "A marriage to Dianna Steele".
Sabur Mandel: Ooohhhh, That’s a shitty deal, who would want that...Ok...it's time to introduce you to the banker, this sick fuck thinks he some big shot caller.
On the titantron a silhouette of a hooded man stands there seemingly talking on a phone in a I am JESUS pose. Then a cell phone rings in Sabur Mandel's pocket.
Sabur Mandel: Ohh it's the banker, hello.....ok.....you’re a godlike man....ok bitch give us the deal, these people don't give a shit about your JESUS complex, we want deals. Alright I will let him know....oh by the way banker...there is a godly scent of dick on your breath....you might want to mouth rinse before doing business deals. Alright Razor, the rather lively banker has just offered three shitty deals out of cases of your choosing to get you out of your shittier deal that could possibly be in your case. So deal or shitier deal.
Razor looks out toward the crowd, listening to their response.
Razor: Uh....I'll take the shitier deal, fuck the others.
Sabur Mandel: Alright lets looks at the three case you have turned down. If you took the deal what would your first choice have been.
Razor: Case 1
The case then opens to reveal "A spot in the Church of Kaos"
Razor: Ohhh That’s shitty. alright my next case would have been number 7.
Seven opens, and shows the deal. "A one night stand with Tara Jacobs"
Sabur Mandel: Ohh another shitty deal, one night stand with Tranny Jacobs That’s a doozy, and you final choice would have been.
Razor: Number 14.
14 opens and the crowd Boooo's in response as the case shows "Spirit and Dianna become tag champs"
Sabur Mandel: That has to be the shittiest deal on the board, fuck...lets see the shittier deal that you picked, That’s a tough one to beat.
Razor's case is opened to reveal "Tagging with a sexy motherfucker, with the baddest body in the APW, and bring home the gold tonight"
Sabur Mandel: Wow That’s a shitier deal....for everyone else involved in the TLC match later, but for you my rugged friend, I think it's a hell of a deal.
Sabur then peals off the bald rubber head piece, throws it to the ground, as him and Razor lift their arms in the air to the cheers of the fans.
Sabur: Well folks that just goes to show you, if show up early to an APW event, you'll never know the surprise iggy's in store for you. Tara Jacobs, Dianna Steele, Hardcore Kid, and Jason Royce later tonight I coming home in that ring, and you are all welcomed to join me in the House of Pain.
The two walk behind the curtain of the entrance ramp, as the crowd roars with cheers for the two members of Sex and Violence. As Sabur is back stage the engineering crew takes his mic from him, he then grabs it back checking the bottom to see if the mic is still live, he holds it to his mouth and lets out a "MOOOOOOO!" and then waits for the overwhelming response of Mooo's in return.
