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Post by striker on Mar 1, 2011 21:04:28 GMT -5
Striker smiled, "oh really? Well then--"
She walked up to Chokehold, gripping the femme's hand and giving a good squeeze... ... then, suddenly, Striker shifted and planted her support strut hard on the metal floor, getting her hip up against Chokehold's body and rolling the bear-femme over her shoulder. Grabbing onto her with her other hand, threw her onto the floor, the arm she had shook twisted around Chokehold's back.
Then, grinning, she plucked the cy-gar from Chokehold's lips
"-- being my underling, the first rule is... no cy-gar's. Nasty habit forming things."
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 1, 2011 22:51:47 GMT -5
Chokehold howls as she's caught offguard by the sudden and swift move, twitching on the ground as she struggles to break out of the grip. It takes a few moments before she stops and goes limp... as if depressed. Then the laughter springs from her, the sound of surprise clear in her tone. "I stand corrected!" She replies in an an amused tone. "Yes sir commander sir, I will spread that amongst the ranks." She exclaims.
Deva just looks on amused, not quite saying anything at first. Until... "Oh... I think you're going to get along well with the rank and file Striker. And in the Wrestling league as well... Which style was that?" She asks, clearly interested in this. "Though we should hurry, we only have so much time til your first match."
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Post by striker on Mar 1, 2011 22:57:26 GMT -5
Striker smiled, "HISS, High Impact Servo to Servo." she helped Chokehold up and smiled, "Please. just Striker, none of that commander stuff I work for a living" she chuckled
"... wait... -my- first match"
oh great. Another surprise. Damn you Deva.
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