#155 It's war 228words theatrical_muse
Name : Michael Jacob-Francis
fandom: Original Character
Topic: Mikey vs. Another boxer
Word count : 228
[ooc--All posts are for player not character knowledge only - not for your character to use in game -unless agreed upon- which is ok because all replies to challenges are meta ]
Round Nine and one to go.
Blood pounding.
There’s ringing in my ears ...damn.
Oh, cussing, sorry God.
Get him with the left.
No, your other left, Mikey!
Jeeze, keep moving.
Don't be an idiot, Mikey.
Don't be an idiot.
Yeah, that's right sucker.
Here's another.
How do ya like that, huh?
Pow ...pa...pow-pow Hwuah!
Score with an uppercut.
Heh, he's on the ropes.
Good, I needed a breather.
Ok, he’s back.
Man that hurt.
Ok, so did that.
Hey, that was a cheap shot.
You punk!
Awh man, the ref didn’t even see.
Hope the judges did.
Good thing the bell rang...
To my corner ...where was it again?
Say, watch it with the Vaseline.
Over the cut and NOT in my eye, jeeze.
Focus Mikey.
Focus.
Round ten.
Now get back in there.
And stay away from his left hook.
Don’t know where the last two minutes went.
But who cares, I won!
The guy is out cold with one minute to spare.
Take that world!
Whoa…
*fade to black as Mikey passes out just seconds after being announced the winner. *
*Locker room is empty, trainer-manager is in background doing the paperwork, and Michael is sitting up right finally, all patched up (as much as possible anyway.)*
Man, my first professional fight rocked!
fandom: Original Character
Topic: Mikey vs. Another boxer
Word count : 228
[ooc--All posts are for player not character knowledge only - not for your character to use in game -unless agreed upon- which is ok because all replies to challenges are meta ]
Round Nine and one to go.
Blood pounding.
There’s ringing in my ears ...damn.
Oh, cussing, sorry God.
Get him with the left.
No, your other left, Mikey!
Jeeze, keep moving.
Don't be an idiot, Mikey.
Don't be an idiot.
Yeah, that's right sucker.
Here's another.
How do ya like that, huh?
Pow ...pa...pow-pow Hwuah!
Score with an uppercut.
Heh, he's on the ropes.
Good, I needed a breather.
Ok, he’s back.
Man that hurt.
Ok, so did that.
Hey, that was a cheap shot.
You punk!
Awh man, the ref didn’t even see.
Hope the judges did.
Good thing the bell rang...
To my corner ...where was it again?
Say, watch it with the Vaseline.
Over the cut and NOT in my eye, jeeze.
Focus Mikey.
Focus.
Round ten.
Now get back in there.
And stay away from his left hook.
Don’t know where the last two minutes went.
But who cares, I won!
The guy is out cold with one minute to spare.
Take that world!
Whoa…
*fade to black as Mikey passes out just seconds after being announced the winner. *
*Locker room is empty, trainer-manager is in background doing the paperwork, and Michael is sitting up right finally, all patched up (as much as possible anyway.)*
Man, my first professional fight rocked!