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Post by smokedtoast on Jun 3, 2011 23:23:23 GMT -5
Chokehold smirks to herself as she finishes suiting up for the match. She may have gotten taken out at Deva Corp... but this is her realm, her place of worship. She was not going to lose again to the new chica. No matter what "Lets rock this out, little chica..." She mutters to herself before walking out of the locker room and heading for the ramp out.
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"Oh yes, this is what I was looking for...." Roadwild replied with a smirk, settling into her seat and wrapping an arm around Linkin. "Some clean but dirty fighting and some quality food. Wouldn't you guys agree?" She responds cheerfully, looking at the rest of her team.
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Post by striker on Jun 21, 2011 2:41:16 GMT -5
"Seriously... HOW did I get myself into this again?" Striker asked herself as she paced around her locker room, either talking to herself or whomever was in there with her. She had changed out of her armor into the lighter armored bits that were for the match up coming... much more... brief... in their design, showing off much more than she thought possible without ... you know... being totally unarmored.
Striker sighed, banging her head against a locker door gently, "I can't believe I'm doing this..." she muttered to herself. "I also get the feeling there's gonna be payback for earlier in the Hall too."
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Post by hare on Jul 12, 2011 15:02:17 GMT -5
"HELLS TO THE FUCKIN YEAH, DAWG!!!" First Aid exclaims while downing a large mug full of energon. The members of the second generation Protectobots and the Neo Stunticons and their High School advanced chemistry teacher Linkin were enjoying their downtime from the hustle and bustle of work and enjoying their downtime the way they know how. By watching other Cybertronians beat the living slag out of each other and eating greasy food and drinking cheap fuel.
The audience cheered as they await for the new opponents to come to the ring. Linkin comments "Sure beats doing classwork or dealing with BM any other day." The teacher than takes gulp of Energon. "Glad you decided to take me with you. I don't feel like grading any papers right now. By the way, Scaletalon. You need to study more."
Scaletalon shouted "Dammit!"
"Chokehold takes on the new security lady. I wonder what's the story behind that?" Narcosis questioned. **************** A jet black femme was leaning against the wall of the locker room, watching all her opponents doing some last minutes stretches, diagnostics check, and performance and armor upgrade before going to the fight. The femme silently watched them. As if she was studying them. While she was watching the opponents, she received an IM from somebody.
<<Remember, Cross. Just bang 'em up a little. No putting anybody in the scrapheap.>>
<<Affirmative.>> She replied. She close the IM window and proceeds to go into the ramp.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 19, 2011 0:37:59 GMT -5
Deva giggled to herself. "It could be so much worse Striker... at least it's not that fake terran wrestling. You get to test your skills and humble Chokehold a bit more." She responds with a smirk as she continues to lean against teh wall. "It will be fun, trust me. The natural properties of Necropolis are in full effect... so it's not like you're going offline tonight, right?" It was true, since entering the city for the first time... Striker would have noticed an odd feeling of peak health. The techno-organic city's constant release of repair nannites made that a certaincy.
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"Aw yeah. It's going to be quite a show, my money's on the new girl." Roadwild replied with a smirk, a few healing bruises still apparent on he techno-organic face. "I've seen her in action.... first time someone's actually managed to drop me in the whole damn security force. Didn't even get to break out the enhancers." She wraps one arm around linkin, pulling him closer for a moment. "Which I do have for later dear."
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Post by striker on Jul 19, 2011 0:40:22 GMT -5
"That's those repair nanites, right?" Striker asked, "I've been feeling energized, yeah... doesn't help with the nervousness though" she chuckled, "Though, sounds like you'd Like to see me humble Chokehold more, eh?" she teased Deva
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Post by hare on Jul 19, 2011 1:36:47 GMT -5
"Oooooo. Nice. I can't wait." Linkin purred at hearing that line. "Breakout the whipped cream and you got yourself a deal." Deathwish rolled her optics while Suicidewatch looked on with a innocent and puzzled look on her face. "What would they do with a can of whipped cream?" Suicidewatch asked. Narcosis gently patted her cousin on the shoulder. She smiles and answers "We'll tell you when you're older, sweetie."
The others heard what Roadwild said and they couldn't believe. Somebody actually took her out before she can draw her enhancer dart gun. It was a hard task managing to get the drop on her without getting some bruises or being shot at. Blades asked "Really? Somebody actually got the drop on you?"
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Post by smokedtoast on Aug 26, 2011 7:55:16 GMT -5
Deva smiled for a moment before responding. "Lets just say after the last attack on the compound, shes gotten a bit of a swelled head. Awe from the interns didnt help either... She just needs a reminder shes not the biggest cyberfox out in the field, thats all." Theres a sudden pulsating light at the door. "Heh, looks like you're on." She adds before opening the door for striker.
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Roadwild nodded in response. "Fast for her size too. I dont even think she knew it was a drill. She was as surprised as the next person." She pauses for a moment to drink some energon. "But i will be ready for next time." Theres an evil smirk on her face.
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Post by striker on Aug 27, 2011 20:22:22 GMT -5
Striker smiled and gave Deva a quick hug before walking out of the lockers and down the hall towards the ring.
She cracked her knuckles, "... this is gonna be FUUUN"
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Post by smokedtoast on Sept 7, 2011 22:44:01 GMT -5
Chokehold smirks to herself as she walks out to the ring, catching eyes with Striker for a moment and never letting them move away. This was going to be an entirely different match, oh yes sirree. The announcer starts to speak up in the middle of the ring, a literal weasal as he starts to speak into the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen! In the red corner, we have the Necropolis Cybertronian Federation's current champ, the bear from down under, your favorite and mine, Chokehold!" There's a quick wave in her direction before he turns his eyes in Striker's own And in the blue corner, we have a newcomer, well known for her prior victories in the wreckers, the autacious looking Striker!" He takes a moment to bow slightly as he starts to move out of the ring. "Who will win this match? Place your bets now, folks..."
Chokehold winks over at her opponent again before responding loudly. "This time I won't take it easy on you!"
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Post by striker on Sept 7, 2011 22:54:55 GMT -5
Striker hopped into the ring, making a heavy ~THUD~ and shaking it a little with her weight. She grinned, rolling her shoulders and pursing her lips and mockingly giving her kisses from across the ring
"This time, sweet-thing--" she grinned wider, "--I won't go easy on You~"
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Post by hare on Sept 15, 2011 0:43:26 GMT -5
Linkin and the youngsters let out a amazed and impressed "WOW" at the new opponents. "Man oh man, that's a lot of femme there!" Linkin commented while looking at her. First Aid snorted at the opponent.
She didn't looked impressed with Striker. She looks at Roadwild and said "Is that the chick who handed you your tailpipe for the first time? Not to be mean or anything, I've seen you took on bots BIGGER than her. There's no way she got the drop on you! With that size on her, you should had the chica on the ground and tapping her out. I could her."
Blades interjected "Dude, I dealt with bigger guys before. Some of them can really move. Those are the dangerous type." She spoke from experience about fast-moving, hard-hitting opponents. Those type of people aren't fun at all. The one she dealt with who acted slow moving at first and than starting to throw punches that can go through tank armor but she can barely dodge them in time.
The Deadend Twins were wondering how the Pit can femmes have racks that big and not them.
***************** The small, dark armored femme was watching the match from the ramp while waiting for her matchup. She took note on the two armored amazons. She wonders which one will she take on? ".....Go for the knees..." She muttered to herself and nobody else.
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Post by smokedtoast on Sept 28, 2011 7:57:53 GMT -5
Chokehold wastes no time in pleasantries, rushing forward at Striker and hopping lightly before slamming her own head down at hers. Theres a lot of momentum behind the move, as she intends to stun Striker one way or another. ****** Roadwild just nods to her friends suggestions. "Exactly Blades. Apparently she used tobe bigger too."
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Post by striker on Sept 28, 2011 15:47:52 GMT -5
Striker grinned.
She didn't budge from the headbutt. Her nose got a bit bloody though, energon leaking in a small trickle, so the damage was there.
The triceratops femme grabbed the bear around the waist and squeezed, locking her fingers around her own wrists so Chokehold couldn't break the hold -that- easily.
"You really think it was gonna be that easy?" Striker asked as she squeezed again before tipping forward and slamming Chokehold down against the mat, laying out on top of her and pressing her weight into the other femme
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Post by smokedtoast on Oct 8, 2011 23:29:06 GMT -5
As Striker manages to slam her, Chokehold manages to rear back her head enough to strike her opponent again with her forehead. Her target this time is Striker's throat rather then her nose, attempting to knock the wind out of her even as they hit the mat. She grrabs onto the mat as Striker slams on top of her with one hand, the other elbowing back into Striker's rib with a great deal of force. "Who said I thought it was going to be easy?" She responds with a mutter, keeping her fierce persona going on full force.
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Post by striker on Oct 8, 2011 23:35:01 GMT -5
Tucking her chin saved her from the attack to the windpipe but this opened her for the other attack to the ribs
Rolling off of Chokehold, holding her rib cage, Striker grinned standing up, "I dunno. You seem the type." she teased, motioning her with a curl of her servo, "Come on, that can't be all you got for me."
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