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Post by smokedtoast on Oct 2, 2009 13:13:01 GMT -5
A highly devasting knee drop and Dropkick's opponent slipped into stasis lock. In any other situation, this would have appeared to be a betrayal of the Cybertronian Revolutionary Front's ideals by one some might say didn't belong here. Fortunately for the bot on the ground, this had actually been a suggestion of one of the prisoners in the old Iacon Detention Center. A way for the others to lay off steam about what had happened to them, as well as bonding in a form of comradere. No weapons were allowed besides those requiring surgery to remove. Even then, they were discourage for the most part by those participating. At least one of the hackers was on scene, video-taping the events for posterioty. None of this really mattered to Dropkick however, as she looked around the arena at the hooting and hollering bots. Even the recognization of one of the barrack-17 experiments that had sided with them in the crowd didn't matter. Only one phrase came to mind as she bellowed it into the crowd. "Who's next?!?"
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Post by hare on Oct 13, 2009 23:30:55 GMT -5
Bluegrass and a couple of other bots were watching Dropkick taking out the hapless victim. The others shrug in shock and horror while Bluegrass just watches and chugs down his drink. He wasn't really impressed what he saw. "He ain't pretty no more." Commented one of the attende of the fight. "Or be able to eat properly for that matter." another bot added while watching the loser literally get dragged out of the whole. The audience shouted and hollered in excitement, clamoring for more spilled energon.
One of the bots in attendence cursed and ripped his ticket in anger. He apparently betted against Dropkick. "Primusdammit! That was my last credits! Dammit!" the gambler shouted.
"Well at least he lasted for five whole minutes," Bluegrass dryly commented while downing a shot of energon "Which is more I can say for the other guys. " The bots who were sitting with the retired Autobot turned Rambot sagely nodded in agreement.
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Post by darkstatic on Jan 5, 2010 7:06:19 GMT -5
Stampede watched the fight with quiet amusment; this was interesting and definately more fun than standing around all day doing nothing. Watching Dropkick she chuckled a little; talk about livening it up for the crowd.
She herself was tempted to take part; but wasn't too sure if it would be such a good idea.
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Post by smokedtoast on Feb 15, 2010 15:13:07 GMT -5
Dropkick raised her hands in admonishment, basking in the praise of her fellow paradronians... One would think she hated the group, for all those that she beat down. The truth was a much caring, if not brutal assessment. She knew they'd be fighting for their lives soon enough. Even then, she spots Stampede in the crowd before looking in her direction and smrking. Maybe there was time for a little fun of her own, she thought to herself before motioning for her to come into the arena. It's not too often she gets to fight one of her superiors.
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Post by hare on Mar 29, 2010 22:32:18 GMT -5
"Shit, son. Dropkick really stomp a mudhole into his tailpipe, did she?" One of the audience members noted while drinking a shot of energon. An Motorcycle pased Predacon looks at Bluegrass. He smiled and looks at Bluegrass"Come on, Bluegrass. Get into the ring and dance with her for a while."
"Yeah, other than that doctor's kid, you stand a chance against her," A insect-based Maximal that was sitting with Bluegrass and the other attendents. "I mean, me and Gridbreaker here saw you take on three of the guards all by yourself." Bluegrass dryly chuckles to that comment. "You're just saying that because you guys think I'm a safe bet. Besides, I'm just here to relax and watch the fight." He said.
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Post by darkstatic on Apr 12, 2010 10:04:59 GMT -5
Stampede just raises one of her optic ridges as Dropkick motioned her into the arena; somewhat against her better judgement she sighed and shrugged, walking into the arena itself. "Having fun are we?" she asks with a smirk of her own. After all what's a little fight without some small talk first?
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Post by smokedtoast on May 2, 2010 21:45:26 GMT -5
"Having a little fun, getting a little training in.... getting used to the new bumpers." Dropkick responds with a smirk, looking at her opponent. "You know, about the same as you these days.... heard you're getting together a raid soon. Sure you're ready for someone to take the obvious chest shot?" She teased lightly, before taking a pose. She couldn't help but tease about it, like most people it was a huge culture shock to see her commander feminine. They were used to the machoman randy savage persona after all.
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Post by darkstatic on May 7, 2010 6:43:59 GMT -5
Stampede just chuckled "hmm I can see that; you seem to be...putting them in their places" she replied amused as she also studied her opponent "Oh laugh it up why don't you; besides you can hardly talk" came the teasing retort as she also got into her stance. No-one had been more surprised about the change the Stampede herself so she did find some amusement at the shock of others.
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Post by smokedtoast on May 12, 2010 22:39:54 GMT -5
"Ha! if you didn't notice, I've got quite a lithe figure going on!" Dropkick responds with a smirk before darting forward and jumping, lunging one armored knee towards stampede's head. It's a quick and dirty move, easily blocked with the right initiative. It almost seems like Dropkick's testing if Stampede still has the means to fight really.
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Post by darkstatic on May 13, 2010 8:31:50 GMT -5
Stampede blocks the move easily grabbing hold of the leg and launching her opponent off to the side. "Oh yes; very nice. I'm sure you're quite the spark-breaker" she replied dryly amused. Stampede is not about to let just anyone get away with testing her abilities too much; so she plans to make sure that Dropkick gets the message that she still isn't one to mess with.
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Post by smokedtoast on May 19, 2010 0:16:15 GMT -5
Dropkick rolled with the throw, already planning her next move. Quickly pushing herself up, she retorts, 'In a matter of speaking, yes!' before rolling towards her opponent and sweeping a leg. Ooc: haha, first rp post on phone!
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Post by darkstatic on Jul 15, 2010 11:49:36 GMT -5
Stampede snickers at that and jumps up aiming a kick at Dropkick's head whilst calculating her landing should the move fail. Intending to twist her body to aim a punch at Dropkick should she miss with her kick. However should she succeed she aims to push off a little way before continuing her assault.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 28, 2010 17:51:36 GMT -5
Unfortunately for the confident guard, Dropkick was still thinking of the agile abilities of the old Stampede.... which left her open for the face-stomping/kick performed by Stampede. The force of the attack sent her backwards several feet, bouncing of the ground momentarily before just managing to land on her hands. None the less, the attack does seem to leave her disorientated for a moment as she starts to shake her head, forcing her way to her feet albeit clumsily.
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