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2/6/2016 8:19:35 PM
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[b]The Pain Train
Underground Boxing Match
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A man reeled back, throwing a punch at another, much larger man
The bigger foe grabbed the smaller mans fist, twisting as a loud crack was heard[/b]
[i]"Aaagh! Thomas, quit!"[/i]
[b]The bigger man, Thomas, throws the man to the side, tumbling and then falling as he holds his now broken arm
Thomas looks to the crowd, a series of men and women, all of them with bets on either Thomas or the other man
Some looked disappointed, others where cheering, it was clear who bet on who
A man took another swig from his bottle of whiskey, jumping the safety wall and cracking his neck[/b]
[i]"Let's get this over with!"[/i]
[b]Thomas smiled, looking at him, and then pounding a fist on his chest[/b]
[i]"Cmon then, ladies first!"[/i]
[b]The man, infuriated at the insult, swings, nailing Thomas in the jaw
Thomas flips around, taking the impact of the blow and using the moment of satisfaction from his opponent to land his own
Spinning around, he swings with a wide punch, catching the man in the temple
He fell then, knocked clean out by the punch
The crowd cheered then, Thomas did his signature move, the infamous One Punch Knock Out, feared rightly so....
He faced the crowd again, as a few men jumped in and carried the unconscious man out of the ring
He held up his arms, causing the crowd to go wild[/b]
[i]"Who's next?!"[/i]
[spoiler]Open, if you wanna fight[/spoiler]
English
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"I'm sorry."
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[b]Thomas grabbing the robot then, throwing him up and grabbing it by its foot He swings it back down, slamming it against the ground, and then jumping into its chest, effectively pinning it as he begins to savagely beat in its head[/b]
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The punches seem to be doing nothing. "Dick move. Dick move. Dick move!"
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[spoiler]kek[/spoiler] [b]He continues, until eventually its head begins to dent inwards[/b]
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"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." Right as you begin to dent it in, he manages to catch one fist, vaulting you over and getting out of your reach. His body begins to repair itself as he looks at you. "Do you enjoy D.M.C.?" Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he has golden aviators, golden rings, chains, and a boom box next to him blaring [url=http://youtu.be/GtGNywkxw2U]a song[/url]. "Let's go!"
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[b]He rolls over, tackling the robot again[/b]
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He leap frogs over the man, then bringing in his legs to the mans throat, but spread them out at the last second, and grabbed the man by the head with his hands and threw him to the other side of the ring. It was an unpredictable move, unorthodox yet effective, and there was more to come.
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Edited by Sardonyx: 2/7/2016 7:30:43 AM[b]Thimas whipped around quickly, looking back at the robot[/b]
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He gets into a kung fu crane stance.
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[b]He sighs, the robot was all sorts of -blam!-ed up[/b]
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Edited by Xeno: 2/7/2016 7:42:42 AMHe looks to no one at all. "See? Even Jenny thinks I'm insane!"
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[b]He looks confused[/b]
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He looks back at him. "Ok sorry man. Look were actually not real. We're just characters made by low-lives who live in their mothers basements on this shitty app. It's called roleplaying. It's pretty weird, I mean if I'm totally honest with you, I don't have free will, neither do you. My writer just granted me the ability to see behind the shit and whatnot."
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[i]"Your insane, think I hit you a few times a little to good"[/i]
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"That's what they all say! But really I'm the smartest one here! Watch this! Your name is Thomas Guess, or Thomas the Pain Train or Pain Central. You're 26 stand at 6'5, brown hair, blue eyes, a muscular physique. You're Irish. You come from an Outer World family and a strict household, your family was poor, you joined the Feds. You have a Sonicar shotgun, a Heatburst pistol, and some knock off space marine armor with power fist. And in an alternate reality, this guy named Spectre kicked your ass!"
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[spoiler]Ayyyy[/spoiler]
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Edited by Kain The Slain: 2/7/2016 2:51:47 PM[b]Angela walks up to him. He was much taller than her. As she approached her armor disappeared replaced by a woodland green T-shirt and black cargo pants[/b] "Me I'm in the mood for a fight"
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[spoiler] Thomas versus Thomas?[/spoiler]
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A slightly shorter, stouter man walks in, armored up with a rifle in arms. 'HEY, WHATS ALL THIS RACKET?!?!?!' The man shouts loudly, and half raises his rifle towards the crowd as a precaution. 'You know you're supposed to host this crap where people can't hear you.'
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[b]The crowd screams, running off and leaving the area Thomas sighs, looking at the man[/b] [i]"Couldn't have held your tongue, eh?"[/i]
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'No, i try not to do that. Withholding shit tends to end badly.' The man chambers his rifle. 'You're not planning on doing something stupid are you?'
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[i]"Depends, if you want to keep your arms, I'd suggest you put that rifle away"[/i]
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'I've fought bastards three times your size, i know when not to drop the rifle. Now isn't one of those times.' He keeps his rifle level. 'I'm here because i overheard a name in a bar. I don't think you happen to be related to a John Guess who worked for RDA SecFor, do you?
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[spoiler]wat[/spoiler] [i]"And you want my brother why?"[/i] [b]He looks over, suspicion in his eyes [/b]
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[spoiler]Backstory, all the backstory.[/spoiler] 'Your brother, is he a moderately sized guy, got blonde hair and a damn ugly scar on his chin?'
