Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-24408187-20141212143313

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Char looked over nervously at the the new guy, Plutarch was it? He was already tired and not exactly wanting to fight some one else, but this guy seemed like he deserved anything. This time he merely bounded over the ropes, his wings ripping out of his tee-shirt, and landed perched on top of one of the corner posts. His eyes staring studing his opponant.

''Tall, but still shorter then me.(Char, due to his heritage is 6'5)  Obviously has proir fighting experience, due to the scars. Telling by the bruises on his knuckles, he fought alot and had one fairly recently. His style was obviously ruthless and dirty.''

Char paused. This seemed like a fair fight. Well, dispite the fact that both of them would probably fight in the dirtiest ways. He reached into his back pocket and typed blindly into his phone. The phone turned his text into verb words:

"So what do I get if I win?"