When we last left our hero, it was clear something was amiss at KKR, who was the Supreme Knight Rider? What did Shah Rukh Khan want? Was it an Indian conspiracy to destroy our allrounders or was it a more concerted effort from other members. We continue our story (some of you may have made the links to a scene from a certain movie and the Coca Cola ad involving pathan and abdullah, the story is random I apologise if any poor writing traumatises BCites)
SHakib and Mashrafe got up off the ground with Shakib supporting Mashrafe. An eerie siren rent the peaceful atmosphere of the moonlit night apart.
Shakib was sure it was a song, he strained his ears
Korbo lorbo Jitbore-----
Shakib didn't need to think twice to recognise the horrible singing coming from a non-lip syncing SRK. They needed to get out of the vicinity and fast.
"Run Forrest, I mean Run Mashrafe run"
"I can't"
"Oh yeah, sorry, well limp as fast as you can"
Suddenly the gates of the KKR slammed open with a thunderous bang and out of it streamed minions, thousands and thousands. Shakib stared in horror as the army marched out, they were Knight Raiders, more vicious and dangerous than any Storm Raider George Lucas could think of and indeed much more vocal. Each one had a dark painted face with what looked like a white foot stamped across their faces, obviously a botched attempt by Shah Rukh Khan to emulate Saruman and the Orcs of Isengard. It didn't matter whether a hand or a foot was stamped across their faces, they were SRK's minions and so were definitely dangerous.
Kuch Kuch Hota he Kuch Kuch Hota he.........
their monotonous voices filled the air with another of SRK's hatchet jobs at an attempt at music and shakib's head causing him to go into panic. He couldn't think, he didn't know what to do. He knew at last how ashraful felt when he was batting and perhaps for every moment of his life.
The Knight Raiders started shooting willy nilly, this was what made them so dangerous, for though their aim was poorer than Dick Cheney's if they started aiming at anywhere with 50 metres of Shakib it was likely they would kill him with friendly fire before one could say "Duck". Already many Knight Raiders were dying but many more replaced them.
Shakib and Mashrafe shuffled through the dunes until mashrafe tripped and fell.
"Go on without me"
"Ok" said Shakib and started running. Mashrafe looked horror struck, he had seen it done in movies but usually the guy stayed behind to help out. It was too late:
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" mashrafe gave a bovine cry enough to put the cows from Anchor Milk TM to shame.
One of the Knight Raiders, Graham Henry shot Mashrafe, forever putting him out of cricket action. The first of the great bangladeshi allrounders had fallen.
Just then a noise filled the air that filled Shakib with hope.
"KABADI KABADI KABADI KABADI"
A batsman, or was he an allrounder ripped into the ranks of the Knight Raiders swinging his blade in an unorthodox cross bat fashion. Knight Raiders flew right and left. Alok "Kabadi" Kapali was laying into the enemy ranks, but he had left a gap between his bat and pad and that was when the knight raider shot through the gap.
"KABADIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII III" Kapali was finished. But before he expired, he uttered his last words that were again a source of consternation for Shakib
"It was....in the script" as a second promising all rounder was finished for bangladesh.
Shakib began gasping for air as he ran but he was struck by something that was quite solid. It was the "Wilderbeest".
"Gotcha, Shakeeeeeeeeeeeeeeb". Shakib passed out and knew no more.
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Shakib came to in a flurry of kaleidoscopic images flashing across his eyes.
He slowly opened his eyes, what would his first vision be? A Dyson TM vacuum cleaner head moustache? Or even worse would he hear Mrs Kaur of Patiala's voice?
Shakib looked around him, there was no sign of whatmore or SRK, he was in a prison cell. He looked around at the prison warden who was leering through the bars. He wore heavy glasses and reminded Shakib of a famous prison escape movie.
"No one escapes from Sharukh-Shank prison. You're going to be put on trial for Mashrafe's murder. Your blade was there, Kashmir willow and all."
and before Shakib could protest he was gone. Shakib looked around at his fellow prisoners. Nearby an old man was bent over weeping.
"Dada?"
the man turned around,
"No. Grand dada."
Shakib looked around, surely Dada Ganguly would have to be here, he was sure he couldn't be the only one whose career would likely be finished by Sharukh-shank prison. He spotted a young man walking around in the cell in front. He caught Shakib's eyes.
"No. I'm not Dada. I'm Nani, ex soccer star"
What kind of evil place was this thought Shakib if even soccer players' careers were ended here.
Suddenly SHakib heard a yell and saw a man jumping on a miniature Lords Stadium, shirtless and waving his Indian Shirt over his head.
"Take that Freddy Flintoff".
"Prince of Calcutta!" and Ganguly looked at Shakib. With that one look, Shakib realised he had found his escape partner.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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