Post by Levi Kayamei on Jan 25, 2016 20:24:56 GMT -5
Levi had finally reached a level of power that he was comfortable with calling powerful. Was he the most powerful? He assumed not, but it wasn't for certain, and that's what made him the most proud. His training, blood, sweat and tears through the mealstrom of hell that he had been forced to endure had finally paid off. How better to test one's own strength than challenge someone who was once so much you better that they knocked you into unconsciousness with two punches? Yes, it was time to message an old acquaintance: Austin. He had the man's number just in case it was necessary and sent him a message, hoping he would be receptive to his proposition.
-Looking for a good fight? Come to the oldgym bar on 5th and Holman St. Winner at the end of the event will receive $20.
RULES:
1. NO weapons.
2. Fights stop upon submission or knockout. Continuing past that results in forfeiture of prize money.
3. I chose when the event ends.-
He would be surprised is Austin actually remembered the bulletin he had posted during his first few weeks at 552, but he recalled it easily, having used many such advertisements to toughen himself up and hone his skills against a variety of fighters, though most could hardly be called that. Levi pocketed his phone and leaned against the empty bar, awaiting a reply.
-Looking for a good fight? Come to the old
RULES:
1. NO weapons.
2. Fights stop upon submission or knockout. Continuing past that results in forfeiture of prize money.
3. I chose when the event ends.-
He would be surprised is Austin actually remembered the bulletin he had posted during his first few weeks at 552, but he recalled it easily, having used many such advertisements to toughen himself up and hone his skills against a variety of fighters, though most could hardly be called that. Levi pocketed his phone and leaned against the empty bar, awaiting a reply.
