Lemme tell ya.
I'm a curtified G. And a bone a fied stud. #ucantteachthat
Fiteme bruh
Imma beet ya red,wite, bluu
I'm a curtified G. And a bone a fied stud. #ucantteachthat
Fiteme bruh
Imma beet ya red,wite, bluu
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Neither one of you want it.
His first shot wasn't the resounding success that he hoped it would be, but it was a far sight better than his second. The first managed to connect with his opponent, as intended, even if the effect wasn't what he wanted. He had hoped to dislodge his opponent, before the MMA expert could lock in any of the varied submission holds that he knew.
That hadn't worked.
So he resigned himself to throwing another, hopefully successful shot that would complete the work of the first. As he snaked his hand up with blinding speed, his wrist was snatched out of the air by the grasp of Jake. This was it! He struggled as best he could, but Jake was ultimately successful in locking in a straight armbar. His left hand was trapped, and now his right arm was trapped and being bent backwards at the elbow.
The pain was a white fire that seared the joint and surrounding muscles. Tre'yan had two options, tap or survive. It hadn't been anywhere near three minutes, and he was already on the ground. Already his best, and frankly only weapon had been taken from him. Striking.
Jake was talking to him, urging him to tap so that his arm wasn't broken. His arm could take more pressure, but Tre'yan knew the man was correct. He was either going to have to tap, or he was going to have to nurse an injured arm back to health.
He could hear the referee prancing around the ring to get a good angle.
He didn't know how it happened. His arm lifted up, he had resolved to fight it. Put his petrified bones to their greatest test to date. He was a T'Mass, he could rebuild.
Blink.
One moment it wasn't there, the next it was.
A white towel, bundled in the ring, signaled the end. His end.
The referee was tugging Jake off as he called for the bell. Tre'Yan laid there. His coach had done the reasonable thing, and he knew it. He saved a fighter's career in his eyes. He couldn't move though, as though he was frozen.
The crowd was in shocked silence, but a slow rumbling of stamping feet picked up as the crowd registered what would go down in history as a win for Jake 'The Under' Taker.
That hadn't worked.
So he resigned himself to throwing another, hopefully successful shot that would complete the work of the first. As he snaked his hand up with blinding speed, his wrist was snatched out of the air by the grasp of Jake. This was it! He struggled as best he could, but Jake was ultimately successful in locking in a straight armbar. His left hand was trapped, and now his right arm was trapped and being bent backwards at the elbow.
The pain was a white fire that seared the joint and surrounding muscles. Tre'yan had two options, tap or survive. It hadn't been anywhere near three minutes, and he was already on the ground. Already his best, and frankly only weapon had been taken from him. Striking.
Jake was talking to him, urging him to tap so that his arm wasn't broken. His arm could take more pressure, but Tre'yan knew the man was correct. He was either going to have to tap, or he was going to have to nurse an injured arm back to health.
He could hear the referee prancing around the ring to get a good angle.
He didn't know how it happened. His arm lifted up, he had resolved to fight it. Put his petrified bones to their greatest test to date. He was a T'Mass, he could rebuild.
Blink.
One moment it wasn't there, the next it was.
A white towel, bundled in the ring, signaled the end. His end.
The referee was tugging Jake off as he called for the bell. Tre'Yan laid there. His coach had done the reasonable thing, and he knew it. He saved a fighter's career in his eyes. He couldn't move though, as though he was frozen.
The crowd was in shocked silence, but a slow rumbling of stamping feet picked up as the crowd registered what would go down in history as a win for Jake 'The Under' Taker.
Not until one of my current exercises is done.
Judge makes the card. You and IN can pick the Arena, unless both agree to a judges decision.
By the by. If you don't have a judge. Then I'm judging.
By the by. If you don't have a judge. Then I'm judging.
Wooooooooooo!
He is the ultimate in combative roleplaying! Untouchable. Stylish. Masterful. Gorgeous.
For the tournament, maybe. That's up to the host.
For the actual rankings? No. But since each fight has a round of negotiations, you might.
For the actual rankings? No. But since each fight has a round of negotiations, you might.
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Yes, yes, I just need to modify my CS a bit to lessen him down. Can't have laser so I shall delete ze laser. But I may need the laser if any of you have crazy magic Doo wikis that a normal man can't deal with. Or alien, which is what I'm playing as.
Hahahaa. For the normal rankings you don't have too. Just pop over to the HQ and find a ,match. I'll add you to the list.
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