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Steele walked into the arena with an angry look on his face. Were the rumors really true? Was he really fighting Kyle? He made his way over to the scoreboard ignoring the boo's and insults from the crowd. He looked. It was true, he was finally fighting Kyle. A smile instantly came across his face and he clenched his fist. There was no way in hell he would let Kyle leave here without being in a stretcher. He thought of all the things he was going to do to Kyle once the match started. He wanted him BROKEN.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Post by Kyle Black-Sky on Nov 26, 2011 19:23:32 GMT -5
Kyle stepped into the arena. He had no idea how he was going to take steele down in this match.... He couldnt trip steeles hearing, sense of smell, or eye sight... or could he?
Looking around, he spotted the werewolf. There was no point in saying anything to him though. This match was between only kyle and steele... which is kinda terrifying.
Steele finally spotted Kyle, there was really nothing else to say. Everything they could have said they've said already in the days past. Steele just went to his side of the arena and awaited for Jack to come over. He made sure he had an abundant amount of knives in his Jacket. Not that he would keep it on for long.
Post by Kyle Black-Sky on Nov 26, 2011 20:41:31 GMT -5
Kyle was already on his side of the arena.... He didnt have as many weapons, but he didnt really need them. He had a good plan now, and it involved using steele against himself. Kyle smirked. "Oh look, the mutt has decided to show up." looking around the crowd, he whistled. "Damn... they really do hate you, too!"
Steele kept silent pacing back and forth, his eyes set dead on Kyle. Kyle really pissed him off. Everything that he's done was running through Steele's mind. He had a huge motivation to fight. Flexed his hands and rolled his neck jumping up an down. He did take a moment to look at the crowd. He was tuning out the fact that they all hated him. Steele didn't care, this was no longer about the people, the city, or becoming king. This was just about him and Kyle, and one way or another, their feud was going to end tonight. Jack came into the middle of the arena and looked at both sides questionably. He knew something was off. He gestured for Steele and Kyle to come to the middle. Steele did as told, still staring Kyle down.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Lord Dosise sat in the stands. This match was the reason he forfeited to Steele, 'It had betterbe good,' he told himself as he played with his necklace.
Jack rubbed his mustache. "Someone's changed the arena. The outline chalk of the arena has shrunken in. They might of rigged it with traps, I don't know. But this isn't the standard field." If someone did rig it with traps, they had good reason to, this WAS a tournament to decide who would be king of Avaleur. And no one would want someone like Steele to make it to the finals.
"Namari will have my ass if we post-pone this fight, are you two okay with this?" Steele nodded still glaring at Kyle.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Post by Kyle Black-Sky on Nov 27, 2011 15:42:13 GMT -5
"Steele.... this fight is NOT a good idea. as much as i hate you, and as much as you hate me, im not sure if this is a good idea. This will be the THIRD time that someone has tried to kill me with traps since ive moved here."
Post by Kyle Black-Sky on Nov 27, 2011 15:58:39 GMT -5
"No. The fight wont go on. Im not scared of you, steele. I honestly would LOVE to beat the living shit out of you! but... im not going to give you the satisfaction of a fight. Not with someone other then you trying to kill me at the moment. Someone is trying to interfere with the fight, and im not going to risk loosing my life for the title of King. Im not trying to get anybodies respect either." he smiles one of his real smiles. "your life isnt worth risking either... even though i hate you." kyles eyebrow twitched.
This just made Steele even more angry. "Damnit! Thee fight goes on er' ye forfeit! Quit pussying out Kyle, man thee fuck up nd' fight!" Steele did not want this golden oppurtunity to go to waste.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Post by Kyle Black-Sky on Nov 27, 2011 16:28:17 GMT -5
"Pfft. Im not chickening out." he laughed at steeles anger. "Just because im not willing to risk my life, your pissed off? wow! I hope you rot in hell." Kyle smirked. "Jack, i forfeit the match to steele. This isnt worth risking my life over."
(Don't think I didn't see you post as Denzel first XD)
"Thee hell it isn't!" Steele says charging at Kyle. Jack immediately steps in and grabs Steele, holding him back. "Tis' isn't ova' Kyle, tis' means NOTHING! Ye betta' hope I din't ever see ye' again ye sack of shite!" Steele began changing. Jack wouldn't be able to hold him back for very much longer.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."