Reason for editing: Lightened the tone? What the **** did you say? *frowns cautiously* err, on second thoughts, knowing some of the stuff you and I conjure in the name of entertainment, forget it, it's probably best I don't know anyway, hehehe...
Well, slack-one, where the **** have you been? I've been waiting and waiting for you and still you don't show. I'm starting to think you don't love me anymore *wwwwwwwaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh* See, you gone 'n hurt my dang feelin's now, shoot! Consarnit! Gawd-damnit! etc, etc... hehehe. Woops!
I've been writing. You are supposed to be too. I'm supposed to be visiting you on Friday. Where the **** are you so we can organise it, hmm?? Damnit, I'm just gonna have to stay here with ppl that really care about me *looks about the empty forum to the sounds of crickets chirping* Okay, maybe I'll just go see Bobbie then, he'll love me. ('He better' she says in a menacing voice, 'or else he'd wanna watch his lovely, toned, rippled, broad, chiselled back...' *drools all over keyboard like a teething infant* Yeah, like my short-@$$ has any hope of reaching it! *chuckles* Need a ladder just to get up and shake his hand... Hehehe... 'Hey! Knock it off!' (Ravyn to self), 'pull yourself together woman!' *shakes herself about like Linda Blair in the Exorcist* 'Snap out of it! It's not real! It's not real!')
Yeah, so what was it we were talking about before I got so rudely sidetracked? *chuckles* Idiot I am sometimes... *sigh* Well didn't that just validate everything Viking said about blurring the edges of obsession, hmmm? *nods seriously* I finally see his point! Hehehe. Go Viking... he knows!
Anyway... where were we? Oh yeah, the punch-up.
Okay. Let me read your last post again. Ahem.
So, the bell's rung and the crowd cheers and Joe approaches from his corner *in his froggy trunks* pounding his fists menacingly. Cocking a cynical brow, Rob turns to Ravyn and suggests, "Y'know, maybe we could just settle this over a bottle of Evian or something? I don't see the sense in this fight. This is stupid. Joe's my frie-"
Frowning agitatedly, Ravyn shoves in the mouthgurad, shutting him up smartly. "Just kick his ***, water boy," she mutters derisively. "You wanna be known as the shy retiring type all your life? Just smack him and be done with it already. I'm tired. Lets go watch Frat Party again." To Rob's amused smile she frowns again to reprimand, "After you wipe the floor with Mr Hahn's face, got it?"
Rob nods and turns back, shaping up to the stocky Korean deejay. The crowd is cheering manically, Chester is screaming obscenities in the front row as Mike rhymes words of encouragement nearby. The tension is paramount as the two men face off in the centre of the ring and Phoenix, as the announcer, tells them he wants a good clean fight. The two men tap fists as Ravyn points menacingly across the ropes at Joe, her fingers forming the shape of an L on her forehead, laughing manically.
"You're goin' down, Mr Hahn!" she cries exuberantly as Joe glimpses aside past his competitor in her direction.
"What the-?"
POW! He sees stars as Rob drives his fist out, smashing against the side of the Korean's head viciously. Jammer screams, Ravyn cheers...
YAY!!
How'd you like them apples, huh? Huh?!? *laughs fit to kill herself, as lightening cracks the sky behind her* Muahahaha... serves him right. He had it coming... now... it's your turn
Love ya, Hon! Hehehe...
Take care! See ya soon!
-Rav
