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 Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:26 pm
((Aw. Dx))
"Matt. Dont say that. And Jillian, I just did push you. What are you going to do about it?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:27 pm
*Looks at a pile of weapons*
Lets see, grenade..shank...ladder...*Grabs 2 Kendo Sticks and swings them at both Rebecca and Jilian*
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:28 pm
Rebecca gets hit with the kendo stick, but remains standing. "Matt, Im sticking up for you, and I am sick of getting smacked, clotheslined, stomped, and hit by you."
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:30 pm
-gets hit when she was looking at whisper- X.X Gawr - the most tanlented diva can't take this -goes to womens locker room-
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:32 pm
Rebecca grabs Jillian by the hair and tries to throw her. "Again, your not the most talented diva."
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:36 pm
-gets her hair grabed but doesn't go down unseted grabs Wishpers hair back-
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:37 pm
Rebecca gets pissed and tries to a knee to Jillian's gut.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:39 pm
I'm no longer the Matt you knew...
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:39 pm
-gets kneed in the gut-
(( want to have the match yet or let it grow more?))
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:41 pm
((Me? If so, I think you should let it grow more.))
While Rebecca is struggling, she manages to say something. "Fine, then who are you?" Rebecca tries to throw Jillian to the ground.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:41 pm
:: Strums guitar, sadly. ::
Laceeeeey...
Put me in your top eight, when you MySpace me...
And never replace me...
Fire burns with the love that is true...
In a million years, no one could love like we do...
Nobody can't compare to us...
No others come near...
There are no other candidates...
Together...we're the match of the year...
emo
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:42 pm
Jimmy Jacobs :: Strums guitar, sadly. :: Laceeeeey...
Put me in your top eight, when you MySpace me...
And never replace me...
Fire burns with the love that is true...
In a million years, no one could love like we do...
Nobody can't compare to us...
No others come near...
There are no other candidates...
Together...we're the match of the year... emo *Hits with Kendo Stick*
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:43 pm
Matthew Moore Hardy Jimmy Jacobs :: Strums guitar, sadly. :: Laceeeeey...
Put me in your top eight, when you MySpace me...
And never replace me...
Fire burns with the love that is true...
In a million years, no one could love like we do...
Nobody can't compare to us...
No others come near...
There are no other candidates...
Together...we're the match of the year... emo *Hits with Kendo Stick* :: Blocks with another kendo stick. :: Hello, Mr. Matt. How are you today? emo
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:53 pm
"Close, but no cigar, Jillian." Rebecca walks away.
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