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::

Comments

[scissors--.livejournal.com]

"Gah, i would be impressed if the oxygen to my brain...wasn't cut off...by your arm" Ed tries to not give up, but then he's starting to turn a bit blue-ish, and thinks begging for mercy isn't such a bad idea after all. "Han? Can't...breathe...and i'm not really into asphixiation, either" *gasp*

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han shakes his head and lets up quickly.

"Sorry, Edward."

He stands and offers his hand down to help Edward up.

"Maybe we'd better call it a day?"

[scissors--.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that'd be good, thanks" Ed says as he grabs Hans hand to get up, touching his throat. "You're a good wrestler, Han" he says, and smiles.