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Post by immortal on Dec 11, 2005 20:30:11 GMT -5
Out of the house comes---
::Technique:: Rex Caliber?! No way, man...
::Immortal:: Yes, way, man...He can help---
::Caliber:: And you're damn well gonna like it, OK?
Technique glares at Caliber who returns the favour with a massive smirk as he enters the ring...
::Immortal:: Rex, Technique here needs some help with power moves...
::Caliber:: No problem, b*tch...He'll get some---
Technique interrupts him with a kick to the gut, followed up with putting him in the position for a powerbomb...Caliber punches him in the head a few times before a hurricanrana...
::Immortal:: (as picking up Technique) Rex, come on...
Rex Caliber puts his hands up...
::Caliber:: What can I say?
::Technique:: How about nothing?
::Immortal:: Shutup, you guys...Technique, never try a powerbomb like that until you know for sure he won't punch you in the head...Unless you administer it very quickly...
::Technique:: He's kinda heavy...I'll work harder...
::Immortal:: Alright...no big deal...Rex!
::Caliber:: What?
The Immortal clotheslines him...
::Immortal:: Stand still...OK?
::Caliber:: Sure...(grunting)
The Immortal grabs Caliber's hand and picks him up...Technique throws some punches to Caliber, and lays a dropkick to his head...As he gets up, Technique kicks him in the gut, again and picks him up on his shoulder...Lays a dominator to him before he could protest...
::Immortal:: Better...But try not to get into the big moves so quickly...
::Technique:: Grrr...Alright...
To be coninued...
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