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Post by ode on May 13, 2011 22:07:29 GMT -5
Roman raised a brow at the giver in front of him, rolling his shoulders back as he did to prepare for the man’s obvious launch attack. The man was giving his intentions away with his body language and was running his mouth too much to even notice.
Fucking amateur.
Rome had been boxing in the Ment Force for three years now repping his mom and dads - and now his - branch in the Mentsiquar military, Fleet Shuttle Interceptor. He had a clear record with no defeats and one draw, on top of that he had a career record of 27KOs. And Roman, like his opponent liked to brag about it. Only difference being, when he was in the ring, in the game, he was in it to win it and saved the shit talking for when he actually did something and whooped some ass.
The attack came, as he knew it would, and he side stepped sending a jarring punch to the back of the man’s neck and then head. Dude went down and couldn’t even manage to get up until the eight count. Getting up and brushing himself off, he tried that rushing shit again and Roman’s record promptly became 28KOs when he punched the man’s lights out.
“Winner: Senior Pilot Lieutenant Roman Pryne.”
Roman raised his arms in the air and winked at the camera as he so often did. Bouncing around the ring, he went over to the reporter.
“Seems your just keep adding to that record. Who taught you that last punch?” Reporter Trent Jaxson wanted to know.
Roman laughed and smiled into the camera. “That would be my mama. Interception Co-Pilot Commander Roux Pryne.”
The reporter looked wide eyed at the screen. “Whoa, mama!”
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Post by praiseofblood on May 13, 2011 22:13:26 GMT -5
Rhema watched the fight, impressed. His friends Seth had amped him up to enter the ring, seeing as he was one of the hand to hand combat trainees anyway. "It'd be good practice" he assured.
The slight, black haired male entered the ring quietly, pulling off his shirt to reveal a pale, sculpted but wiry body.
He wrapped his hands and gloved up, waiting for his opponent.
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Post by ode on May 13, 2011 22:16:19 GMT -5
Roman ran his eyes over the man and immediately opted out. "Sorry, sweetheart, I don't fight bearers." Getting out of the ring, he patted the bearer fighter of his sector and the man immediately rose, already laced up, before heading up into the ring to face the newcomer.
Roman was standing on the side of the ring - but well out of crowd reach - allowing one of his trainers to tug off his gloves as he watched the fight. Damn that kid was fine...
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Post by praiseofblood on May 13, 2011 22:21:53 GMT -5
Rhema had taken out all his piercings, just in case. Besides, he didn't want any unwanted holes in his face. He just looked curiously at the other bearer before the guy moved towards him. He ducked over to the left and threw a quick right hook. Bobbing and weaving back in to throw a quick jab. He slid away from the bearer's next few punches and moved in to deliver a punishing left hook that landed the other bearer flat on his back, K.Oed.
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Post by ode on May 13, 2011 22:24:43 GMT -5
Roman had to grin at the saucy little thing. If he ever did fight a bearer, he didn't foubt the kid would give him a run for his money.
Pulling himself up on the ropes, he leaned over and shouted. "Wooo! You go, sweet thing."
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Post by praiseofblood on May 13, 2011 22:26:33 GMT -5
Rhema glanced over his shoulder before scoffing softly and helping the other bearer up before heading from the ring.
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Post by ode on May 13, 2011 22:33:14 GMT -5
Roman laughed delightedly. He loved a good chase. Jumping back down from the ring, he ran his eyes over the man once more before turning and heading to the back. Roux and Jordynn met him in his dressing room.
"Can you try not to molest any bearers while your boxing, son?" ROux sighed.
"What? Did you see how quickly he knocked out Kio? Kio's not a bad fighter and he took him down. I'm telling you, I think I may have found my dream bearer."
"That's what you said about that Gren boy last week."
"What? Dreams change!"
Roux through his hands up in the air. "Jordynn. Get on your son!"
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Post by praiseofblood on May 13, 2011 22:35:04 GMT -5
Jordynn just shook his head. "I hope that bearer knocks you on your ass, Roman. Then you'll learn. " he said.
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Post by ode on May 13, 2011 22:37:41 GMT -5
Roman snorted. "I don't fight bearers. Period. There are more... pleasurable ways to treat them." At his mom's annoyed expression, he groaned. "Come on, ma. I gave you a shout out. Didnt you see?"
Roux did grin a bit. "I heard. You can be sweet when you want to be."
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Post by praiseofblood on May 13, 2011 22:39:57 GMT -5
Jordynn shook his head. "I don't fight bearers either son, but your mom has knocked me on my ass plenty of times before." He said. "In more...pleasurable ways."
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Post by ode on May 13, 2011 22:42:52 GMT -5
Roux laughed. "And some physical ways," he reminded him.
Roman shrugged. "We'll see. In the mean time I need to figure out what sector of military that kid is in." He turned to his dad then with doe eyes. "Please, daddy?"
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Post by praiseofblood on May 13, 2011 22:45:06 GMT -5
JOrdynn looked at Roman. "I'm serious, Roman. You will treat him with respect. And watch what your mouth around him."
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Post by ode on May 13, 2011 22:48:13 GMT -5
Roman snorted. "I'm not trying to marry him, dad. I just wanna-"
"You are not too old to get a smack, boy," Roux threatened his 24 year old son.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 13, 2011 22:50:09 GMT -5
Jordynn agreed with that. "I don't give a damn. All bearers are to be treated with respect. They are not fucktoys, Roman."
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Post by ode on May 13, 2011 22:51:47 GMT -5
"What am I supposed to do with them then until I find my mate?" Roman wanted to know.
Roux just sighed and rested his head on Jordynn's shoulder. This was a long standing argument with their son. Roman, no matter how his parents tried to correct him, was a certificed bearerizer.
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