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

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han Solo, here, coach

[scissors--.livejournal.com]

*gets scared by coach*

*oh wait, he allready was*

"Edward Scissorhands, sir."

[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.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*still bored and still crazy*

Callisto.