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LP generated a random number between
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9!
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 Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 1:31 pm
Zeus narrowly dodged a few of the wrestlers getting thrown out the ring. Man this is getting tough. He thought as he watched and dodged trying to make his way to the Don.
Perhaps a back attack or a sneaky side attack. He was trying to avoid chairs and other wrestlers. He felt himself get 'nudged' in the ribs a few times, mentally wincing each time. This was not a good idea...
He shook his head, he knew kickboxing, he shouldn't be such a p***y he was a Bulldog not a cat!
He watched the Don stagger, now might be his chance!
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 1:37 pm
Oh, no! The White Witch! If there were another wrestler Elegancia would have been satisfied with (other than herself, naturally) taking the Crystal, it would have been The White Witch. The onus was now upon the Swan Song's shoulders.
As it stood, she was still primed to make an elegant Swan Strike-- but the perfect moment had still not turned up. The pink-haired wrestled was biding her time, watching as the foolish, crystal-starved children of the ring flung themselves upon the bulky and sweat wrestler.
She partially stayed away because she didn't want her a** to be beaten, and partially because she didn't want his sweat on her. It looks gelatinous! Disgusting!
The Swan Song once again prowled around on the outer edges of Don Diablos' ring, awaiting for the perfect moment to strike. If things took a turn for the worse, that moment may have been very, very soon...
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thefancycakes generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
19!
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 1:39 pm
[OOC: derp i forgot to roll, my bad]
The Swan Song recalled Don Diablos mercilessly bludgeon some peons (except for Adira, of course!) with metal chairs, not wanting to meet the same fate.
She would stay away until the time was needed...
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Krysin generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
41!
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 1:42 pm
The Delphinator was sure she had encountered worse hells than this one, but it was ranking high in her list of accumulated hells. Don Diablos was a formidable opponent (attributed to the combination of steroids and the crystal), but The Delphinator had survived this far. Competitor after competitor were being wickedly thrown from the ring, and as their numbers dropped, Don Diablos still stood strong. Her first plan of action wasn't going to pan out. He didn't seem to be staggering around weakly at all as time went by. If anything he got stronger and stronger.
This just wasn't possible. ********, at this rate they really weren't going to last long.
It was all or nothing, and stepping out of the way as another competitor was tossed from the ring, The Delphinator tried to ram into Don Diablos. It was bold, but she was tired of hiding and avoiding attacks.
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LP rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 1:45 pm
Aw damnit, no no no, it couldn’t end like this. His grams wouldn’t let him live it down, was in the world was he taking kick boxing lessons for!? He shook his head with a huff, “I going to RUFF you up!” He yelled rushing towards Don, “Bulldog ELBOW!” Okay so it might not be a corny TV show, but Zeus felt like making it one.
Here’s looking at you kid~!
[[9+18=27]]
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thefancycakes rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 1:46 pm
Ack!
Some buffoon reared an arm back, geared to punch Don Diablos, but the idiot almost hit The Swan Song in the pull-back! To make sure her flawless face wasn't damaged, The Swan Song performed an elegant Swan Slide!!
Although she avoided most of the fist-in-face, she didn't completely escape damage-free. The Swan Song did indeed slide away from most trouble, but as she was on the floor, her hand was stepped on by someone's fat and ugly foot.
Jerk!!
[19 + 12 = 31]
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Remove generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
17!
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 1:52 pm
Holy s**t.
She never swore, not ever but every swear word she could think of was going through her head right now as she basically made it look as if she was fighting but in honest truth, she was trying not to get hurt and to just get to his belt which was trouble..
She had nearly jumped out the ring herself as she saw so many go flying but she had stayed put and decided that she would try and circle him again, see if she could loosen the belt, maybe that would work? Oh she hoped something would work soon, she was scared shitless.
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Remove rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 1:54 pm
To help her avoid the others she decided to use her sleeping lions move to try and get under people as well as around them. She was aiming for the belt and lets face it she also wanted to stay alive.
17 + 9 = 26
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lizbot generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
35!
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 1:55 pm
Hearing those cherished words revived the Dust Devil's own heated passions to bonfire level. "DON DIABLOS!" She challenged again, dodging bodies and chairs. "YOU'VE SHOWN ME BOTH HELL AND THE BURNING LIGHT OF THE DON DIABLOS WAY!" She aimed a switch kick to the back of his legs, shouting, "YOU'RE MY HERO. ALWAYS!"
She put her all into it, determined to win or die trying. As nothing's more offensive than a half-assed attack from somebody sure they would lose. At least not in this ring, with this man. Even if, in this noise, he couldn't hear her, she was sure he'd understand it through her attacks. The harder and more vicious they were, the clearer her heartfelt feelings for him would become. I'm your fan, but I've also been you're student. Not just in wrestling, but in life.
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Lilwolfpard generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
45!
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 2:52 pm
Lady frost had to admit, the cry from Don diablos... which was quickly returned by a call from Dust devil, gave her the best "WTF" look she probably could have ever pulled off.
Crazy, they were all NUTS. Oh well. Six more were knocked out last round... she just had to keep going from here. With her 'pokerface' still on, she looked at the odds... a whole third of them were gone already. Crap this would NOT end pretty.
Still she HAD to try, she was NOT going down without a fight!
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MoonKitsune generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
22!
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 3:32 pm
It had to be sheer luck he was still even IN the ring at this point. Bodies were being hurled out, chairs were clanging against heads and the deafening roar of the crowd made his ears hurt and head swim. It was all too bright, but with most of his senses assaulted in some way, he had yet to be directly harmed by the Don. This was partly because he had so many other targets, but the once large crowd was dwindling now and the chances of him meeting the Don face to roaring face were only increasing.
He could only hope he could buy his time and let the massive man punch a few others, tiring him out, before he ever met Ladon – uh - Sir Darkfang. If only he could reach out and rip that damn belt from the man's waist.
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MoonKitsune rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 3:39 pm
It wasn’t working, and he was stuck in the range of the Don's massive arms. Not one to be thrown out quickly, he decided to just go ahead and TRY something. He'd rather know he gave it all he could while he was in the ring than not do anything and get hurled out of it – not that he intended for that to happen but from the piles of contestants already kicked out, it was a high possibility.
His one good skill was running, and while he had no place to run in the ring, he could go the short distance and try to hit the guy with his lance. For that reason, he prepared the plastic weapon in his hands and from the other side of the rink, charged. He could only hope that Jousting for Glory did something!
Total: 22 + 14 = 36
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shibrogane generated a random number between
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27!
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 3:44 pm
The Phoenix Empress had done pretty okay so far. Sure, she hadn't landed any hits, but she'd also avoided the behemoth. Luke had gone sailing out of the ring just a moment ago, which was depressing but altogether alright. At least he was uninjured, which couldn't be said for some competitors; there was one female wrestler who'd taken a chair to the abdomen and would probably need medical help, or something, judging by how far she'd flown.
What the ******** was this Crystal even doing to this guy? Would he ever be the same after?
If she was lucky, she decided, a few more people would get knocked out and then she'd have a clearer field. However many people there were in the ring, it was still too many for her to really be effective--
Yeah, whatever. She charged again, fist held high.
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shibrogane rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 3:47 pm
Some idiot caught her halfway and sent her tumbling; she caught her weight on one foot, and shouted an apology to the hand she'd caught under it. (If she could have read the Swan Song's mind, she wouldn't have bothered. Her feet weren't gat or ugly.)
Instead, she forced a hopefully quick recovery with Dark Side of the Moon and headed back into the fray!
(27 + 4 = 31)
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Infinities generated a random number between
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14!
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 3:56 pm
Hells bells! Jada flung herself backwards as the Bull swung the chairs around in a whirlwind spin, and someone else decided to jump on the chair she'd kicked. Ow! She could feel the vibration of impact traveling up her limb and into her spine. The Brutal Bard went flying at his punch. The number of contestants was thinning. And Don Diablos was a little less strong on his feet, but still standing stronger than half the other people laying around the ring.
Did Miss Fortune want Don Diablos to SHOW HER HELL!!? Not really.
Somehow, she thought her chances were slimming.
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