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Battle Location + Theme + Rules: Fight Club
[video=youtube;dC1yHLp9bWA]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dC1yHLp9bWA[/video]
Judges:
-Skitty Cat
-Deimos
Combatants:
-Dari & Meow Wow
Location: See Video^ 0:00 - 1:30
Battle Location + Theme + Rules: Fight Club
[video=youtube;dC1yHLp9bWA]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dC1yHLp9bWA[/video]
FIGHT CLUB Rules said:The first rule of Fight Club is: You do not talk about Fight Club.
The second rule of Fight Club is: You DO NOT TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB!
Third rule of Fight Club: Someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over.
Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight.
Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas.
Sixth rule: no shirts, no shoes.
Seventh rule: Fights will go on as long as they have to.
And the eighth and final rule: If this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
Judges:
-Skitty Cat
-Deimos
Combatants:
-Dari & Meow Wow
Location: See Video^ 0:00 - 1:30
Uriel was a senior in high school, bit of a problem child for some. She was roughly 5'2" in height, a brunette with curly hair that was shoulder length. Two green eyes, and a really soft on the eyes complexion. The boys had this thing for getting in trouble, though they never talked about it, she just followed them one day after school and they met up at this warehouse. Uriel was taken back, watching as two men stepped into a 10m circle as a guy read the rules off to both of the men before every fight. Finally coming down, I raised my hand high as I could.
"Me next. I wanna fight."
"A girl? You got a tank top? No shoes though." one of the boys said, taking a drag off a smoke.
She didn't know the first thing about fighting, but she had a lot of stress and pent up animosity from representing class 12-C. Some part of her was hoping she'd be able to transfer and channel that anger into her fist and release some tension and cool her nerves some. Her grunting, clearing her throat while escalating herself inside the circle. It was specific if she was fighting another guy here, but the space was left vacant for someone else. Uriel removed her shirt and shoes, with nothing but her capris that hugged her calves, and a black tank-top.