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Post by ebio on May 6, 2009 21:24:08 GMT -5
At the MWA gym...
Steve : Hey Ebio, we're closin' up.
Ebio : A little more. *huff*
As Ebio was performing a deadly attack sequence shifted into a submission maneuver against his sparring partner.
Steve : Hey, hey! You've been like this every day man, I'm going home. Get outta here!
Lucas : Gahh. *taps out*
Ebio : I'll treat you guys to steak if I win.
Steve : Now you're talkin, just be sure you friggin wake me up after finishing whatever is it that you're doing.
Steve taps Ebio's back as he goes back to his special training exercise methods.
Lucas : *whew* Give the boy a break, Steve. He's been working really hard for the Canadian Championship.
Steve : Ya' know, that guy's got talent... Too bad his body wasn't made for what he likes to do. Anyways, he's to friggin silent.
Lucas : Yeah, I thought he was mute before.
Steve : How' bout a bet? I say he wins.
Lucas : But I bet on him too.
Steve : Okay, I go with submission win.
Lucas : Three-Count for me.
Steve : Right, let's wish the boy luck.
Lucas : This is gonna be pretty interes...
Ebio : Thanks guys, but I don't rely on luck. I do my best.
Screen fades to black.
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