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 Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:42 am
Christy~Hemme ((I vote we repost the whole thing, after your hit in the groin)) ((OOC: I agree... Draven, your choice.))
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:44 am
Sweet_Chin_Music Christy~Hemme ((I vote we repost the whole thing, after your hit in the groin)) ((OOC: I agree... Draven, your choice.)) (( eek YOur spearing me again, but you'll be fired eek ))
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:45 am
Christy~Hemme Sweet_Chin_Music Christy~Hemme ((I vote we repost the whole thing, after your hit in the groin)) ((OOC: I agree... Draven, your choice.)) (( eek YOur spearing me again, but you'll be fired eek )) ((OOC: She said something about you coming to ringside in my mactches...))
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:46 am
Sweet_Chin_Music Christy~Hemme Sweet_Chin_Music Christy~Hemme ((I vote we repost the whole thing, after your hit in the groin)) ((OOC: I agree... Draven, your choice.)) (( eek YOur spearing me again, but you'll be fired eek )) ((OOC: She said something about you coming to ringside in my mactches...)) ((After the restraining order...it hasn't been put in effect yet))
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:49 am
Christy~Hemme Sweet_Chin_Music Christy~Hemme Sweet_Chin_Music Christy~Hemme ((I vote we repost the whole thing, after your hit in the groin)) ((OOC: I agree... Draven, your choice.)) (( eek YOur spearing me again, but you'll be fired eek )) ((OOC: She said something about you coming to ringside in my mactches...)) ((After the restraining order...it hasn't been put in effect yet)) ((Whatever... We're pretending it didn't happen. Where the hell'd Draven go this time?))
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:50 am
Sweet_Chin_Music Christy~Hemme Sweet_Chin_Music Christy~Hemme Sweet_Chin_Music Christy~Hemme ((I vote we repost the whole thing, after your hit in the groin)) ((OOC: I agree... Draven, your choice.)) (( eek YOur spearing me again, but you'll be fired eek )) ((OOC: She said something about you coming to ringside in my mactches...)) ((After the restraining order...it hasn't been put in effect yet)) ((Whatever... We're pretending it didn't happen. Where the hell'd Draven go this time?)) ((dunno man, but you'd look great in a studded collar!))
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2005 5:04 am
*Draven now angered limps over to edge.*
You son-of-a-B#@$%*. I'm gonna kill you.
*He clubs Edge in the back. and then picks him up by the hair.*
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2005 5:24 am
*She backs away, looking around, one hand on her back, the other reaches out for the sledgehammer sitting up against the barricade. She feels the fans grabbing at her and whinces as thier fingers tug at her hair and pull at her shoulders, tweaking her back, her fingers touch the handle but she cries out in pain as a fan hugs onto her, she knocks over the sledge hammer and drops to her knees*
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2005 5:31 am
((now to wait till Mr. music gets back on.))
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2005 5:35 am
Draven bane ((now to wait till Mr. music gets back on.)) ((He is on...will pm him))
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2005 5:43 am
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2005 5:51 am
*Growling in your grasp, he elbows you in the gut a couple of times, before getting up and Irish whipping you into the turnbuckle, running forward to throw his brass knuckled fist directly into your right kidney.*
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2005 6:04 am
* Draven falls to the ground screaming in pain. 4 of his ribs have been broken.*
((oh yeah music man....Pm me so we can discuss who is going to win the match.))
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2005 6:04 am
*She grabs the sledgehammer, slowly, she crawls to the apron, dragging the SledgeHammer behind her*
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2005 6:14 am
*Looks over and wrestles the hammer away from Christy, tossing it carelessly into the crowd. Eyeing her, he goes to a far corner, and kneels down, as if willing Draven to stand up.*
Cmon, Dravey boy... C'mon...
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