The .Org Fight Club

[Adrian II]

Pinning Togakure Ojonin against the far wall with the little finger of his left hand and waving a textbook entitled 'Teh Benefits of Socialism' in his right, AdrianII calls out for his tagging mate. Balancing a pint of pitch-black ale President Tribesman wads awkwardly down the aisle. Their calloused knuckles touch in mid-air, their manly grins uncover razor-sharp teeth honed in years of verbal conflict and political flesh-ripping contests. It's a tag!

Ehm.. so has everybody else gone to bed?

[Strike For The South]

Im gonna go with Beirut.

[Beirut]

Beirut shifts left and capsizes a stunning blonde with a well placed innuendo. BKS moves right, eyelocks a hot redhead, taking her down with promises of Dark Side of The Moon shenanigans. Strike for the South moves center and scores a knockout double entendre on a brunette of maginificient proportion.

The Org. Love Club

[Byzantine Prince]

I want to join Beirut's Love Club.

[Strike For The South]

Beirut shifts left and capsizes a stunning blonde with a well placed innuendo. BKS moves right, eyelocks a hot redhead, taking her down with promises of Dark Side of The Moon shenanigans. Strike for the South moves center and scores a knockout double entendre on a brunette of maginificient proportion.

The Org. Love Club

yay dividens

[Reverend Joe]

"God's mercy on you swine!"

And I want in on the love club too.

[InsaneApache]

My wife won't let me join either club ...she says fightings for little kids and if I ever even thought about the 'love' club she would personally make me into a ladyboy. I nominate Mrs. Insane the winner

[LeftEyeNine]

It's BKS' Kingdom of Peace & Love, he can even steal our women to maintain it

[English assassin]

EA works the back of the room, passing out business cards to battered fighters who, in an unbelievable oversight that will surely make him rich, have not been asked to sign waivers by the organisers.

Handing the work over, for a percentage, to Tulkinghorn and Co, a firm literally able to pay its assistants peanuts by its innovative use of an infinite number of monkeys typing at random into CourtForms (tm), he pauses only to place a couple of bottles of chilled Bisongrass vodka in the cooler of his new Aston Martin before heading over to Beruit's Love Club.

Aha, he thinks as he surveys the scene, (wincing only slightly at Beruit's Barry White collection playing in the background, and SURELY they are never going to get those stains out of the bearskin rugs?), paternity suits....

[DemonArchangel]

Beirut shifts left and capsizes a stunning blonde with a well placed innuendo. BKS moves right, eyelocks a hot redhead, taking her down with promises of Dark Side of The Moon shenanigans. Strike for the South moves center and scores a knockout double entendre on a brunette of maginificient proportion.

The Org. Love Club

In Beirut's love club:

The stunning blonde locks her mouth into Beirut's and shoves hard, aggressively licking the inside of his mouth. After short while, the horny Beirut starts trying to unbutton her blouse... when his hands are slapped away.

"Not until you pay up buddy. One hundred dollars every half hour..."

[Beirut]

In Beirut's love club:

The stunning blonde locks her mouth into Beirut's and shoves hard, aggressively licking the inside of his mouth. After short while, the horny Beirut starts trying to unbutton her blouse... when his hands are slapped away.

"Not until you pay up buddy. One hundred dollars every half hour..."

That's called having a girlfriend.

Hell, a hooker would be cheaper. And at least she'd go away when you're broke, not stand there yelling at you to go out and make more money.

[DemonArchangel]

That's called having a girlfriend.

Hell, a hooker would be cheaper. And at least she'd go away when you're broke, not stand there yelling at you to go out and make more money.

Yea. But can you afford to keep her and your (obviously jealous) wife at the same time?

[Adrian II]

You guys gonna stop talking or WHAT!??

[drone]

In Beirut's love club:

The stunning blonde locks her mouth into Beirut's and shoves hard, aggressively licking the inside of his mouth. After short while, the horny Beirut starts trying to unbutton her blouse... when his hands are slapped away.

"Not until you pay up buddy. One hundred dollars every half hour..."

I am Beirut's inflamed sense of rejection.

[master of the puppets]

his dark weyes glowered at the screeming crowds, rabid as dogs they screamed for blood, it was this one who they hoped would appease there primordial lust. his arms were not so strong or chisled as others but his legs which were almost completely exposed were heavily muscled, his knuckles were scarred as was legs but more likely from time in the forest or knife blades as they were straight and healed well. his 5'8 stature was not so imposiong but some had herard of his experience and he hoped that hew could also make money off this, college is only 2 years away he thougfh grimly. and sdo dispite his nature he displayed a few of his more basic and devistating moves but did not reveal much, knife hand strike, backfist, heel killstrike. they also knew of his poorness at grappling so he quickly darted around the ring quick as a spider on its web. then criedout "i thirst for blood, who will be the sheep to my alter?" the crowd screamed as he survayed the crowd for his next challenger, his eyes paused on the admins but thankfully non rose. so he looked one more into th crowd and screamed "who will fight me?"

as i could make it (i fight alot) fleet of foot, weak in grappling, blackbelt second degree in tae kwon do. i am just awaiting a challenge.