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[b]Steer[/b]:

[i]{Re-.}[/i]

Dazed, shit on, sex changed, flopped onto the side of the head, naked for the most part (man Steer was glad he removed his prized blue hoodie), and covered in a seemingly never ending stream of shit and blood, opponent up and over the ring wall, Steers fists clenched onto the grass of the ground. He couldn't see Tom, no but he could guess were he was. A thought or two passed and what was Steer sighed, unclenching a hand from the grass.

"...Call it even, Tom? I'm sorta getting tired of literally getting shit on, also I miss my dick."

Not so much a surrender but a 'truce' offer, whatever it counted for. Still, Steer was sort of in the same position time was recovery wise, or so it seemed...Even with what shit laced on him, blood to seemed to be oddly steaming Unnaturally from his person. Why and how was left up to debate but despite it all, face planted in the ground...Steer somehow was still smiling.