WHO: RAIVIS OUR AWESOME HOST!, Conner, Vash, Moon, Logan, Lenna, Kim, Gilbert and Elizaveta
WHEN: Sunday, Dec. 20, really late at night and into the next morning
WHERE: A SECRET LOCATION a creepy old warehouse place
WHAT: MOTHER FUCKING FIGHT CLUB BEETCHES; LET'S DO THIS!
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Posting this early because I close tonight ;A; )
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It was easier to fight without a shirt as well... So.... Screw it. He pulled his shirt off, and felt a slight shudder as it got slightly colder, and threw the shirt to the side, before kicking his shoes off.
There was a slight squeal from a couple of girls after he took it off, but he ignored it. So he was well fit, so what? It was to keep healthy! Honestly.
" Alright then." he looked at his friend again, seeing how eager he was. A slight smirk showed, and he got ready as well. This could turn out fun.... He thought, as he threw a punch at Conner's face right away.
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One arm up for defense and the other ready to deal a blow. Of course he didn't expect anything less than the other making the first move. Aiming for the face too! Maybe this fight would be just like the ones at home after all?
Smirking he ducked, one knee on the floor as he pivoted so he was to Moon's side, tossing a punch towards his jaw. He didn't wait to see if Moon reacted or not, in a fight you had to be quick on your feet, so he bounced back the dodged forward again, arm up in defense while he shot another swing towards his gut.
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When he then bounced back, Moon looked at him, and shot out both hands, grabbing the man's arm and twisting it, throwing him to the floor hard. Conner could take it right? He was a man after all. No girly pussies in this place.
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Conner snarled rolling over and jumping up. So Moon wanted to play like that? Two could be hard balled if that was his game. He shot forward, feigned a right hook to the jaw, bounced to the side and nailed him with a sharp left to the gut. When he was bent over from the shock the Celt lifted his leg and kicked the other hard on the shoulder and then slipped out of his range with a wold grin.
"Cummon then! Git back at me ye bloody fat git!" he taunted.
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Moon glared at the Irish man, and you could practically see the lightning sparks between them. He was quick, and grabbed a hold of ...... His eyepatch, ripping it off, before giving a hard swing at his gut. After that, he actually lifted the guy up, and threw him to the floor again.
There were cheers and everything from the crowd. At least they were giving the entertainment they demanded.
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