Wrestling Club, October 14

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::Ash stands in the gym with his clipboard in his metal hand, the real one holding an icepack to his jaw::

Alright you primitive screwheads, listen up! I'm not even sure who the hell is part of this club anymore.

Everybody, give me your name, and then I will announce fight pairing based on attendance. New technique instruction will begin next week, when I am no longer suffering from personal injuries. ::grumbles::

Names, NOW!

::taps his foot, impatiently::

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[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han Solo, here, coach

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::sighs::

Alright, Solo... you and Eddie, there, just cause you both are all prompt and special.

::grumbles::

[scissors--.livejournal.com]

*gets scared by coach*

*oh wait, he allready was*

"Edward Scissorhands, sir."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"Got your guards, pal? I've already had my face rearranged, I'd rather not have it removed."

*offers to help with guards*

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

You kids get cracking! I wanna see somebody cry before the day is out! Move, move, move!

::laughs::

[scissors--.livejournal.com]

"Thanks" ed says, securing the guards. "Yeah, i heard about the 'face-rearrangement', the whole thing didn't sound like fun"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"Wasn't," Han says tersely. "You set? Let's go."

He closes to grapple with Edward.

[scissors--.livejournal.com]

Edward gets scared and wants to run away acts brave. "Yeah ready" he says as he takes position on the mat, ready to wrestle.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han--semi-crazed half-smile on his face--catches him around the waist and tries to drop him to the mat.

[scissors--.livejournal.com]

Ed grabs Hans arms and tries to throw him off balance, or at least hold on to Han to make sure he doesn't fall to hard.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[CJ storms in, her heels sinking into the mats. She walks up to Ash, and gets right in his face]

Listen to me you uncouth imbecile...you ever call me that again and I will ruin your life. Not again, GOT ME?

[Not waiting for an answer, she stalks back out, hair wildly flying behind her]

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*comes in and hangs out in the bleachers, just watching*

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

"Boone Carlyle, here, sir!" Boone answers, and blue eyes scan the gym for any sign of Sawyer.

[conathon.livejournal.com]

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Boone, Sawyer! You two go at it!

::taps his foot::

Hussle, kids, hussle!

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

After drooling over Sawyers icon for several minutes Boone launches a clumsy attack on Sawyer. The poor boy really doesn't know what he's doing. He's just...doing something.

[conathon.livejournal.com]

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

Boone squeaks. "I got...cigarettes for you...in my bag...:" he says, huffing between words because Sawyer took his breath away.

[conathon.livejournal.com]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*still bored and still crazy*

Callisto.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Right... Look, we seem to have an odd number today, so... wait, sweetcheeks, okay?

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*pouts and plays with hair*

But I want to maim someone wrestle.

*grins very dangerously at Ash*

Surely there must be someone I can maim severely who can wrestle with me.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::clutches the icepack to his face::

Normally, I'd volunteer, but I slipped in the shower and hurt myself, baby, so... no way.

You could always wrestle an imaginary bear. Naked.

::realizes he said that last part out loud::

Um, just kidding, baby.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*voice completely devoid of sympathy*

Aww, poor baby. Want Auntie Callisto to kiss it better?

*looks at nails*

Naked wrestling isn't really my thing not solo at least.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Really? Damn... and here I was, with my hopes all up and everything.

::sits down::

Sorry I can't do anything for you today, baby. Maybe next week we can hit the mat together, or something.