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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:46 pm
((I am going to call it a night, but we can finish it tomorrow, that cool?))
*Funk grabs the apron and pulls himself to his feet*
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:49 pm
((Yeah, but I won't be on after 1:30 in the afternon)) *Sabu tries an Asai Moonsault, although it would end up being more of a body press now*
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:50 pm
((That's fine, I have some stuff to do))
*Funk moves out of the way, just in time*
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 10:24 pm
*Sabu's legs catch the barricade, and he lands awkwardly on his chest* gonk
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 10:50 am
*Funk pulls himself up and leans on the barricade*
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 7:28 pm
*Sabu rolls over onto his back, grimacing visibly in pain*
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 8:32 pm
*Funk rolls into the ring and begins to climb the top turnbuckle*
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 9:58 am
*Sabu arches his back, again showing how much pain he was in*
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 11:23 am
*Funk then turn is back to Sabu and jumps, going for a moonsault onto Sabu*
*1*
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 11:28 am
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The Terry Funk rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 11:30 am
*Funk jumps off the turnbuckle and glides through the air*
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 11:32 am
*Sabu manages to get out of the way*
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 11:33 am
*Funk crashes and burns and lays on the ground, screaming and holding his ribs in pain*
gonk
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 11:35 am
*Sabu manages to get to his feet*
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 11:36 am
*Funk is literally in tears as he hold his ribs and sits up, leaning his back against the apron*
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