TTDoF week of 1/22/98

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TTDoF week of 1/22/98

Post by DoF Archive » Mon Mar 15, 2004 10:30 pm

Date: 1/24/1998 9:09 PM Central Standard Time
From: DoraeRasta

They had all left as soon as the one and only TagTeam match was over. She had laughed loudly to herself, none had looked back or inquired to see if she was alright. It had been a good match, her team the Snakes had started out getting beaten to a pulp early on. When she had tagged Goon in the score had been 4-1. But Goon had gotten them more points till they were even with the 4H team, bringing them to a 6-6 sudden death in the 13th round. Sudden Death lasted till the 16th round, 4H winning it 8-7 and she had watched from the spot of the floor she had slumped onto and stayed that way as they all hadfiled out afterwards. Dorae was still upon the wooden floor of the Outback when a stranger entered. The serpent woman's body throbbed and ached from every place imaginable, Matt having slammed and retired her body to the floor the whole time she was in the ring.... until she was able to land a point and tag Goon in. Dorae did not know this woman and had kept a wary eye on her. The other woman was searching for another female, an elven female but Dor could nothelp her, the name given being unfamiliar. At that juncture, she made herself rise off the floor, using a nearby table to steady herself on her feet. The stranger asked if she was in need of assistance and Dor stood tall, defiantly and barely politely said no. The stranger had nodded and stated she did not look in need of assistance and swiftly left the Outback. Violet eyes had watched the retreating figure, even after the door had shut behind the other woman. That had taken Dorae back a bit. Why ask then make such a statement? Again she laughs, and with that starts to cough and wheeze. A serpented hand brushes some spittle from her mouth and her thin upper lip pulls upward in an ugly sneer. Her throat had never healed right after that spar she had had with Rage, the one where he cut her throatdeeply. The memory brings a slight glitter to her violet eyes and strength seems to come from someplace anew, at least enough to get her up the stairs and out of the Outback. She will be back tomorrow night and all those following after, to fight the single matches, to gather more scars and bruises as is her want....


Dorae "The Dangerous" Rasta
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