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Post by Patrick Gunn on Jan 2, 2008 23:41:45 GMT -5
One of Patrick's favorite things to do was to fight, he'd often venture here from where he lived, 40 miles away from Drakesville just to fight in little tournaments they had in Redrick's garage. Patrick stood in a crowd of people in a circle like thing around the two that were fighting, they were beating each other with cookie sheets and towels which wrapped around bars of soap. The atmosphere of the place was a one of smoke, and tenseness. No one held grudges here though, people could go and beat the shit out of people and then shake hands afterwards. Pat was a regular here, they all knew him, and they all knew he wasnt much on using weapons, but he sure knew how to fight with his hands, hell, growing up in the type of home he did, he'd almost have to.. So what a better way to vent your frustration by beating the shit out of people? As the rules said, Patrick only wore his tight rodeo Wrangler bluejeans, and nothing else. His hair was wet from where he was sweating in the very hot garage. He rubbed his chin, waiting for his turn.. He knew he was suppoused to be fighting some Bryan Lewis guy sometime in the night, that was a name he had never heard of, so he waited, where was this guy, and more importantly, who was he?
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Bryan Lewis
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Post by Bryan Lewis on Jan 2, 2008 23:44:13 GMT -5
Bryan walked in with his bags on his shoulder and a t-shirt and some sweat pants on. He was a slightly built guy, Almost 6 foot tall he looked around the arena and seen the ring, and the person standing inside of it.
Bryan climbed the ropes and slowly entered the ring throwing his shirt off, sliding on his small gloves.
Bryan: You ready?
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Post by Patrick Gunn on Jan 3, 2008 0:04:48 GMT -5
Patrick nodded his head as he seen the stalky guy get into the ring.. He gulped a bit, he really didnt like colored people, but diffrences aside, he'd put up a strong and fair fight for him, He'd give him alot of bang for his buck.. He smiled as he climbed up into the ring, putting on a pair of welding gloves.. He pulled his fists up, not bullshitting around as the owner of the garage came and got in the middle of them, raising his arm and lowering it.. It was on.. Pat swing a hard left towards the face of Bryan.. then a right hook towards his face.. He then backed up and started hopping up and down in place like a boxer, shaking his head...
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Bryan Lewis
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Post by Bryan Lewis on Jan 3, 2008 0:10:27 GMT -5
Bryan had put up two of his forearms blocking the strikes easilly and swung a hard right to his gut and then to his face. Bryan smirked and backed up standing in the stance he learned back in his old neighborhood. Bryan stretched his head side to side jumping up and down nodding his head smiling at Patrick.
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Post by Patrick Gunn on Jan 3, 2008 0:15:25 GMT -5
Okay, this bullshit pissed Patrick off. Pat didnt know no gangster shit, but he sure knew some other shit that could help him fight.. He regained himself after he felt a fist slap him in the face and in the gut.. His eye was swelling, he was sure it would probably be black now.. But that was what you got for fighting without masks, Pat never wore a mask while fighting at Redricks.. He then went to fake him swinging a right hook and then coming in with a hard left while he was distracted.. He then turned around swinging the side of his foot towards the temple of Bryan's head.. He backed up chuckling a bit.. popping his knuckles.. People were screaming and cheering for the both of them in the background..
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Bryan Lewis
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Post by Bryan Lewis on Jan 3, 2008 0:20:14 GMT -5
Bryan got whopped hard as his legs went a little wobbly as he shook it off slowly. He jumped around the ring smirking from the pain. "You wanna play bitch?" He walked up to Patrick faking like he was going to swing a right, but sprung a heavy left haymaker between Patricks eyes hitting him hard above the nose.
He wasn't gonna stop. Bryan saw his advantage and swung a hard kick to Patrick's shin and pounded him hard in the temple 4 times quickly before backing up. He stood there watching Patrick's every movement
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Post by Patrick Gunn on Jan 3, 2008 0:23:12 GMT -5
He watched as a steady stream of blood poured out of the blackman's eyebrow after he hit them, and then, all hell broke loose.. He wasnt expecting the fast pace of the new guy, He felt the punches hit him again, and again.. He then felt himself fall on his back, and get the fuck pounded out of himself with his temples.. He groaned.. waiting for him to get off before he stood up again after like 4 minutes.. He made sure his back was turned, as he taunted, he grabbed a cookie sheet and smirked "Yeah, let's play bitch." He said as he charged the guy, jumping up and slamming the cookie sheet down ontop of his head, he had to jump to meet his height..
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Bryan Lewis
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Post by Bryan Lewis on Jan 3, 2008 0:32:04 GMT -5
Bryan got hit as his eyes went unsteady. He fell heavily to the ground, as a dash of a blood appeared on his forehead. Bryan lied there holding his head. He sat up about 3 minutes later checking his forehead for blood. Patrick thought he was out, He was heading for the outside of the ring as Bryan hopped up and smirked. He looked at the nearest turnbuckle, and untied the top, exposing the metal substance beneath it. He took the turnbuckle string and slapped it off of Patrick's back. He does it 3 times more as he smirks. He turns around Patrick and throws him into the exposed metal turnbuckle.
Bryan smirked as he backed up slowly
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Post by Trey Lewis on Jan 3, 2008 0:58:47 GMT -5
Trey Lewis and his mom pulled up on the curb near the drive club.
"Go in there and get your brother." saids Mom.
"Why I gotta do it? Why he can't bring his stupid ass out here."
"GO!" she shouted.
"MAN!"
Trey opens the door, recklessly and slams it hard behind him. Trey takes off his shade and puts it in his pocket. He walks in the fightclub to seen a group of people crowded around. Trey pushes some of the crowd members out of his way and reaches out to grab Bryan. He managed to grab his pants and pull him into the crowd. "Happy to see me? I don't really care. Come on." saids Trey.
Trey pushed Bryan infront of him and pushed him out the entrance to the fightclub, to the car.
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Bryan Lewis
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Post by Bryan Lewis on Jan 3, 2008 1:03:54 GMT -5
Bryan looks to Trey in a angry way as he was having fun. He slips in the car slowly looking to his mother.
"Hello."
"Hello? Why You Over Here?"
"Because I Had Nothing Else To Do.."
"Look, I dont want to see what happened in the last city we were in happen again! Now you see wherever you go next time, You tell me? You got that?"
"Whatever.."
"What?!?!"
"Yes Maim! Hey, Can We Stop To Walmart Real Quick?"
"You lucky I gotta stop there.."
Bryan looks to his brother and back looking out the window as they headed to Wal-Mart
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