Blade, the Commish
"Listen up, backstage. Feenixe has been waiting patiently for quite a while now. So I've set a timer, and if the other contestants in this match don't get out here and get to business, Feenixe will win by default when the buzzer sounds. It can be a fatal-fourway, if everyone shows. For those who don't, well, I'll have something special for you in the next MAD."
Mini Tourny Part 2: Dark Feenixe, Fieldy, RuKKuS, Lugh
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±±± Grinning maliciously ±±±
Darke Feenixe
Feenixe had been stalking back and forth in front of the announce position. Since the bell still had not rung to officially start the match and Lugh had taken it upon himself to not only impersonate an irishman very badly but insult Feenixe's name, she decided only one punishment would be good enough....well for now anyway. First of all she grabbed the mic to say a few choice words....
"Pixie is a bad choice...especially since you resemble a leprachaun on acid!"
Feenixe disappeared suddenly in an upward whirl of electrical energy, reappearing only seconds later behind Lugh, still with the mic in her hand. Lugh whirled round only to find the mic smashed into his mouth, Feenixe's eyes blazed an ice cold blue, the pupils barely visible. As blood poured from his mouth, Lugh tried to recover, throwing a feeble punch in her direction, Feenixe whirled gracefully away, returning close by on his blind side with a vicious spinning back side kick to his ribs. Lugh doubled over and before he was aware of what was happening, he was sent crashing into the concrete floor face first by a well aimed axe kick to the back of his head. Feenixe kneeled down and pulled Lughs head back and spat into his face.
"Welcome to your own personal nightmare Mr 'I wanna be an irishman'. When this match is over you may find that Lucky Charms cereal is all you'll be able to suck down, since I don't think you'll be keeping those teeth of yours for very long..."
With that Feenixe sent a painful electric shock through Lughs body, it wasn't enough to be fatal but painful enough to let him know he was not dealing with a complete pushover. Before she could administer more pain to her would be opponent, officials came sprinting down the ramp. They grabbed her by the arm and began pulling her away from the sprawled wrestler. She could see Lugh sitting up and recovering a little from the warning she had dished out to him but she continued to stare intently at him. Had her eyes been drills they'd have bored two holes straight through him without any problem and so they now stood....staring at each other.....
Feenixe had been stalking back and forth in front of the announce position. Since the bell still had not rung to officially start the match and Lugh had taken it upon himself to not only impersonate an irishman very badly but insult Feenixe's name, she decided only one punishment would be good enough....well for now anyway. First of all she grabbed the mic to say a few choice words....
"Pixie is a bad choice...especially since you resemble a leprachaun on acid!"
Feenixe disappeared suddenly in an upward whirl of electrical energy, reappearing only seconds later behind Lugh, still with the mic in her hand. Lugh whirled round only to find the mic smashed into his mouth, Feenixe's eyes blazed an ice cold blue, the pupils barely visible. As blood poured from his mouth, Lugh tried to recover, throwing a feeble punch in her direction, Feenixe whirled gracefully away, returning close by on his blind side with a vicious spinning back side kick to his ribs. Lugh doubled over and before he was aware of what was happening, he was sent crashing into the concrete floor face first by a well aimed axe kick to the back of his head. Feenixe kneeled down and pulled Lughs head back and spat into his face.
"Welcome to your own personal nightmare Mr 'I wanna be an irishman'. When this match is over you may find that Lucky Charms cereal is all you'll be able to suck down, since I don't think you'll be keeping those teeth of yours for very long..."
With that Feenixe sent a painful electric shock through Lughs body, it wasn't enough to be fatal but painful enough to let him know he was not dealing with a complete pushover. Before she could administer more pain to her would be opponent, officials came sprinting down the ramp. They grabbed her by the arm and began pulling her away from the sprawled wrestler. She could see Lugh sitting up and recovering a little from the warning she had dished out to him but she continued to stare intently at him. Had her eyes been drills they'd have bored two holes straight through him without any problem and so they now stood....staring at each other.....
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"If THAT'S the way..."
Lugh Surehand
<embed src="http://www.crosswinds.net/~donnmathan/wolfman.mid" HIDDEN=true AUTOSTART=true LOOP=true>ye want t' play it, lass, then that's the way we'll play it!"
Lugh charges towards Feenixe, turning a spear into a back body drop at the last second, but with a twist. As he lifts her into the air, he also spins around, so that Feenixe is dropped on her back across the steel steps. Without pause, he climbs to the top rope, turns around, and jumps off, planting his boots in Feenixe's face as she lay on the steps.
When he hits the ground, Lugh rolls back to his feet, and turns to see blood dripping from Feenixe's face. He grins savagely, grabs the fallen mic, and slides into the ring.
As he sees Feenixe start to get to her feet, Lugh shouts into the mic, "If the other two want to get their piece o' this wee donny-brook, they'd better get out here...otherwise, Feenixe and I are likely to start without ye!" He wipes blood from his split lip off of his chin, as he sees Feenixe glaring at him and wiping her upper lip. "Whoops, too late! Guess it's your loss!" He then returns Feenixe's glare. "come on and get in the ring, lass; I'll show ye that even a Feenixe can get burned!"
OOC: Leprichan on acid, am I? LOL
<embed src="http://www.crosswinds.net/~donnmathan/wolfman.mid" HIDDEN=true AUTOSTART=true LOOP=true>ye want t' play it, lass, then that's the way we'll play it!"
Lugh charges towards Feenixe, turning a spear into a back body drop at the last second, but with a twist. As he lifts her into the air, he also spins around, so that Feenixe is dropped on her back across the steel steps. Without pause, he climbs to the top rope, turns around, and jumps off, planting his boots in Feenixe's face as she lay on the steps.
When he hits the ground, Lugh rolls back to his feet, and turns to see blood dripping from Feenixe's face. He grins savagely, grabs the fallen mic, and slides into the ring.
As he sees Feenixe start to get to her feet, Lugh shouts into the mic, "If the other two want to get their piece o' this wee donny-brook, they'd better get out here...otherwise, Feenixe and I are likely to start without ye!" He wipes blood from his split lip off of his chin, as he sees Feenixe glaring at him and wiping her upper lip. "Whoops, too late! Guess it's your loss!" He then returns Feenixe's glare. "come on and get in the ring, lass; I'll show ye that even a Feenixe can get burned!"
OOC: Leprichan on acid, am I? LOL
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