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Post by adam_bat on Feb 20, 2004 1:14:15 GMT -5
Taurus remained unaware of the other D's standing around the arena, he was more interested in the chains holding him to its center. He began to test thier strength, tugging and snorting angrily. He was drawn from them though when a bottle came sailing in and struck him in the back. He jerked his head around and bellowed in the direction of the human who had thrown it.
Diesel watched from a booth above the ring and grimaced. "Let's get this thing started," he grated to a man beside him. He could see the beast's rising anger and wanted it focused on his opponent, not some drunken man in the stands. The man nodded and hurried off to make the announcement.
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Post by InsanePenman on Feb 20, 2004 2:04:08 GMT -5
"Better get a move on...don't want to make Roland mad waiting." Graft said a little snidely in Nytro's direction, barely restraining another 'Damn Syndicate.' Then he was off after the man who'd tossed the beer bottle.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 20, 2004 2:15:05 GMT -5
Spinnett watched Graft go and felt a little alone for a moment. SHe passed by Nytro and tapped his arm for luck "Don't kill him" she whispered.
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Post by Zoken on Feb 20, 2004 4:20:36 GMT -5
"Only if I have no other choice." he said to her with a smile. "But he should be an easy ring out. I'll just let a Slam-bang go under my feet. get over him... should be simple enough. he goes out of the perimeter, its over and I win."
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 20, 2004 4:29:57 GMT -5
Spinnett blinked "I would not assume such." she said quietly, faceted eyes drifting over the banker and his daughter.
"Ah..." was all she said.
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Post by adam_bat on Feb 20, 2004 11:09:45 GMT -5
The speaker came on in the arena, "Attention! Attention! Our next match is about to begin featuring the raging TAAUURUSS and the favorite in tonight's matches and with a three year running record, the Explosive NYYYTTROOO!! Betting closes in one minute, Nytro report to the arena."
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Post by Zoken on Feb 20, 2004 17:14:45 GMT -5
Nytro's face harden to a steel like look. as he walked into the arena he took off his shirt and tossed it aside. his body was a road map of scars and muscles. none of the regulars was shocked by this, he did it before every fight.
Nytro stood calm and ready awaiting the call for premoves, the set up moves they are allowed to make. these moves are of course limited to minor changes in the envorment, so long as they do not touch eachother. or changes in themselves.
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Post by adam_bat on Feb 20, 2004 19:16:18 GMT -5
Taurus stilled when the man entered, glaring down at him. He looked him over chest heaving as his nostrils flared.
"Nytro! Prepare for the match." The voice came on again. Taurus tilted his head and looked up at the speakers hanging over the arena. He then began to work on the chains, waiting for thier removal with the matches beginning.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 20, 2004 19:21:05 GMT -5
Spinneet leaned on the railing. Outwardly cool and collected. Inside...well...all brawlers were messed up inside.
The handlers came into remove the chains and the announcer clicked on "Pre-moves...none. No shifting, no charging. One minute to fight"
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Post by InsanePenman on Feb 20, 2004 19:22:56 GMT -5
Graft stood watching eagerly...a great fight, and maybe the sight of seeing one of the Syndicate's pets killed. Plus he'd gotten to vent on the moron with the beer bottle. Life was sweet. It would be sweeter when the fight started, though...
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Post by adam_bat on Feb 20, 2004 19:37:32 GMT -5
Taurus bellowed angrily at the men who unchained him, snorting after them as they left. Then he looked back to the man in the ring with him. He had yet to do anything and so Taurus focused on the annoyance above.
Crouching he leapt and snatched one of the speakers hanging from the arena. Landing he began to tear the equipment apart with his hands.
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Post by Zoken on Feb 20, 2004 19:42:44 GMT -5
with the declaration of no premoves, Nytro tried to gauge if he could drop a slam-bang to his feet fast enough to use it. his conclusion was no. he would have to try and play matador. things were getting sticky.
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Post by InsanePenman on Feb 20, 2004 20:12:33 GMT -5
"Hey! Bull! Quit taking it out on the equipment! There's one of the Syndicate's dogs right there for you to gore!" Graft called happily...this was as good as life got for him. Almost. A chance to see a great fight, a chance to see the Syndicate he hated take a hit...If he only had an excuse to get in on the action with his halberd, to forget his hellish life in the blood...
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 20, 2004 20:15:26 GMT -5
Ah hell, this is going to be bad... she thouight, hands tensing on the rail. If they scrubbed the fight and called a subdue...
Well, she'd be ready to answer.
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Post by The Evil Carlita on Feb 20, 2004 21:11:18 GMT -5
Sanch wooted in anticipation. The bull was going to rip him to threads...
Clarissa could see things weren't going well. There wasn't enough room. If Nytro just saved it all for a killing move, he would have it. If not... if he attracted attention...
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