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Battle Arena 3000
Dillon0909Date: Sa, 24.March.12, 1:31 AM | Message # 1
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Welcome to the Battle Arena! here captured criminals, heritics, and anarcists are put to the test in Mortal Combat. It is up to the fighter weither they live or die. 2000 victories will result in freedom and clear of all charges that they were presented, and only people who can actually fight, are allowed in. They must have the ability to land a punch on our trainers. If so, they are allowed in, if not...they will be gunned down.

Each Fighter has one of these basic styles:

Street Fighting: Nothing fancy, just down and dirty brawling, and expert knowledge in forigen objects

Martial Arts: are extensive systems of codified practices and traditions of combat that are practiced for a variety of reasons, including self-defense, competition, physical health and fitness, as well as mental, physical and spiritual development.

Wrestling: Empizizes Grapples, and powerful throws, with very few strikes.

Boxing: Empizizes Strikes with powerful punches

Kickboxing: a group of martial arts and stand-up combat sports based on kicking and punching

(need help on that, not a fighting expert)

There are these weapons in the arena.

Swords

Axes

Kunai

Metal folding Chairs

Kendo Sticks

Sledgehammers

Steel Pipes

A pistol with ONE bullet

Brass Knuckles.

Each event is televised live, and is the most watched thing on the PLANET, with varing countries throwning offenders in for a quicker way to make prison room.

Chareter Sheet:

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Fighting Style:
Crime:
Country(Place of Birth):
Bio:
Fight Record:
Apperance:

Rules:

Fight Record has to be between 1-10 for wins any number for losses

If you have any other fighting styles, let me know, I'll put them in the descripsion.

Name: Samatha Unzi
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Fighting Style: Wrestling
Crime: Murder
Country(Place of Birth): Omaha,Nebraska, U.S.A.
Bio: An innocent woman, put in jail by her abusive father who framed her for her mother's killing, she was sent to the battle arena, where she holds a no fatality rate, one of the rare few in the world. She learned wrestling, from her sister, who also knows she is innocent, and she is trying to get out of Battle Arena, but the 2000, victory mark keeps slipping out of her grasp with each win and even further with each defeat
Fight Record: 10-W 5-L
Apperance: She has two outfits, A white T-shirt, Black Jean combo, revealing a fire tatoo in her right arm (Wears when fighting women). A black mini shirt with cut off sleeves and bottoms that empizie clevage, black tights that form to her figure nicely, and black boots(Wears when fighting men for the distraction) Red hair


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Dillon0909Date: Mo, 09.April.12, 3:33 AM | Message # 501
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Samantha:

"You're probably one of the best fighters here, yet you heal people you don't even know."


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SunkernDate: Mo, 09.April.12, 3:46 AM | Message # 502
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Zak
"I'm not that good." I say, flattered. "And it's just something you do, from kindness."


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Sit in the motherfucking chair!
 
Dillon0909Date: Mo, 09.April.12, 10:03 AM | Message # 503
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Samantha:

I smiled at that and said "Well, you're still very good at it"


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SunkernDate: Mo, 09.April.12, 2:09 PM | Message # 504
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Zak
I half-smile, finishing up with bandages. "Ok, and...done."


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Sit in the motherfucking chair!
 
Dillon0909Date: Mo, 09.April.12, 2:49 PM | Message # 505
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Samantha:

I smiled and said getting up "See you later, Zak"


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SunkernDate: Mo, 09.April.12, 3:13 PM | Message # 506
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Zak
I put away the supplies, waving.


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Sit in the motherfucking chair!
 
Dillon0909Date: Mo, 09.April.12, 4:34 PM | Message # 507
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Samantha;

I smiled and blushed, sitting on my bed.


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SunkernDate: Mo, 09.April.12, 5:10 PM | Message # 508
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Zak
I wash off my hands, looking around. I'm done? For the day? "wow." I mumble to myself, walking to get changed.


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Sit in the motherfucking chair!
 
NarutardDate: Mo, 09.April.12, 5:12 PM | Message # 509
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(I am trapped...sniffle)

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SunkernDate: Mo, 09.April.12, 8:09 PM | Message # 510
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(D:)

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Zak
I get dressed into a t-shirt and jeans, with a random jacket. I walk out of the doctor's place.


Eric.
Eric!
Sit in the motherfucking chair!
 
Dillon0909Date: Mo, 09.April.12, 8:14 PM | Message # 511
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Samantha:

I smiled and knocked on Maddie's door.


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SunkernDate: Mo, 09.April.12, 8:15 PM | Message # 512
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(UNTRAPPED POSSIBLY?)

Zak
I walk down the street, hands in my pockets.


Eric.
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Sit in the motherfucking chair!
 
NarutardDate: Mo, 09.April.12, 8:56 PM | Message # 513
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Maddie
I opened it, having returned from our walk. "Yes?"


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Dillon0909Date: Mo, 09.April.12, 9:03 PM | Message # 514
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Samantha:

"Hows it going"


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NarutardDate: Mo, 09.April.12, 9:05 PM | Message # 515
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Maddie
"Pretty good," I said, leaning against my door frame. "And you?"


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Dillon0909Date: Mo, 09.April.12, 9:09 PM | Message # 516
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Samantha:

"Won a match 1987 to go"


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SunkernDate: Mo, 09.April.12, 9:13 PM | Message # 517
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Zak
I get home and lie down on my couch.


Eric.
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NarutardDate: Mo, 09.April.12, 9:13 PM | Message # 518
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Maddie
"1991 for me," I sighed.


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Dillon0909Date: Mo, 09.April.12, 9:14 PM | Message # 519
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Samantha:

I smiled and said 'Okay"


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SunkernDate: Mo, 09.April.12, 9:21 PM | Message # 520
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Zak
I go into the kitchen to make myself food.


Eric.
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NarutardDate: Mo, 09.April.12, 9:35 PM | Message # 521
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(Raz....posties...)
Maddie
"Um...not meaning to be rude...but why are you here?"


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Dillon0909Date: Mo, 09.April.12, 9:35 PM | Message # 522
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Samantha:

"Just wanted to visit"


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NarutardDate: Mo, 09.April.12, 9:51 PM | Message # 523
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Maddie
"OKay..."


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RazDate: Mo, 09.April.12, 10:30 PM | Message # 524
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Scott
I was choking a man outside my door, "Sh, shut the fuck up." I whisper to the guy then I let him go and he runs off.


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NarutardDate: Mo, 09.April.12, 10:33 PM | Message # 525
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Maddie
"Well, bye," I said, walking back into our room.


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