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Characters: Gene Hunt, The Master (Ainley edition) and WHOEVER WANTS TO WATCH
Location: A random Colosseum set up by the Twins?
Time: After Gene challenged the Master to a bigger dick contest.
Summary: Gene and the Master can't seem to agree on who's the leader of their little coalition. And, like any good, testosterone-bearing men, they decide to settle their difference by a FIGHT TO THE DEATH. Only not, cause no one's dying. Hopefully.
Warnings: Gene Hunt and the Master.
He could, however, say he was unhappy with the general arrangement. Whoever told those damn Twins about his bet with the Master (he doubted it was the Frenchie himself, seeing as the bastard had too much pride about him) needed to be tossed in a freezer. He'd be happy to do it, too. It wouldn't be the first time, at any rate.
Still, he hefted the machete easily, the weight just the faintest bit uncomfortable, and waited for the Master to enter the ring from the far side. Nothing like settling one's differences using old-fashioned hack-and-slash methods. That would teach the bastard to bite him.
[ooc: The Master and Gene will have their go at it in one string of responses, but everyone else is welcome to respond in separate strings as they watch. Feel free to thread hop each other, cheer, jeer, etc.~]
Location: A random Colosseum set up by the Twins?
Time: After Gene challenged the Master to a bigger dick contest.
Summary: Gene and the Master can't seem to agree on who's the leader of their little coalition. And, like any good, testosterone-bearing men, they decide to settle their difference by a FIGHT TO THE DEATH. Only not, cause no one's dying. Hopefully.
Warnings: Gene Hunt and the Master.
He could, however, say he was unhappy with the general arrangement. Whoever told those damn Twins about his bet with the Master (he doubted it was the Frenchie himself, seeing as the bastard had too much pride about him) needed to be tossed in a freezer. He'd be happy to do it, too. It wouldn't be the first time, at any rate.
Still, he hefted the machete easily, the weight just the faintest bit uncomfortable, and waited for the Master to enter the ring from the far side. Nothing like settling one's differences using old-fashioned hack-and-slash methods. That would teach the bastard to bite him.
[ooc: The Master and Gene will have their go at it in one string of responses, but everyone else is welcome to respond in separate strings as they watch. Feel free to thread hop each other, cheer, jeer, etc.~]