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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO. |
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
Full Story Here.
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Where It All Began (Macht)
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I'm gonna make you bend and break.
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on Mar 10, 2015 6:12:59 GMT -5
Macht would tilt his head to his left, allowing the kicks to reach his head, but with little force behind them. If anything, they would just be annoying, and Valo would look a little silly. His left leg raising off the ground, the right would apply extra pressure on the guy's chest, so the full 200 lbs of his weight was now on top of him. If the guy didn't say "uncle" he was about to get rekt, son.
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Mar 10, 2015 6:19:07 GMT -5
His kick's proving unsuccessful, Valo would attempt a different strategy. Using both of his legs, he would move them up first before attempting to pick himself off of the ground. Macht was heavier than him, but if this went well, Valo would be lifting Macht up with him and slamming him into the ground, this time with Valo on top. He would use the arm that he was holding onto, as well as the one blocking the knee to his advantage, that hand now gripping on Macht's leg.
If this stunt proved successful, Valo would start to wail punches down on Macht's head.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Mar 10, 2015 6:24:30 GMT -5
Macht would feel the shift in Valo's weight, and he would let his body be lifted. Once his legs were both off the ground, he would simply hold them out to catch himself, and he would pivot, using Valo's force against him, throwing the guy toward the door that led up to the roof. If this was successful, he would charge after the guy and slam a hard knee into his stomach, roughly a second or so after he would make contact with the door.
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Mar 10, 2015 6:27:14 GMT -5
Son of a bitch!
Valo's only thought as he was sent flying towards the door of the roof. Slamming into it back first, he'd see the blur that was Macht rushing towards him, and he'd quickly bring both of his hands out to catch it, feeling the pain rush through his hands and arms as a result. Gritting his teeth, he'd send a headbutt out for Macht's face as soon as he was close enough, and if it was successful, Valo would push off of the door and towards Macht, sending fist after fist towards his stomach.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Mar 10, 2015 6:29:09 GMT -5
Macht would take the headbutt, but he would do so better than Valo would expect. His knee would continue to push the guy into the door, so if Valo went for the punches, he would receive a knee to the stomach. And, with the distance being as close as it was, Macht would slam his own headbutt down at the bridge of Valo's nose, as hard as physically possible.
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Mar 10, 2015 6:33:45 GMT -5
No one wins in a headbutt. And to receive another headbutt in return was just damn shitty luck. Valo's head was aching from the first headbutt, but the one he received as a result hurt like a bitch. His hands were still blocking Macht's knee, unable to gain the necessary distance needed to start striking his stomach. Instead, Valo would rear back and go in for another headbutt, right after Macht's landed.
But at this rate, Valo was gonna pass out first from a concussion or something.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Mar 10, 2015 6:40:32 GMT -5
Macht would take the return headbutt, though he would tilt his head down so that Valo hit the harder part of the forehead, which would be worse for him than it would for Macht, really. Macht's left hand would push at Valo's shoulder, and his right would go for a mean hook aimed at the cheek, right after Valo launched his headbutt.
Macht wasn't playing around, and to earn his respect after pissing him off for a month and a half, Valo was going to need to take a beating.
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Mar 10, 2015 6:44:15 GMT -5
Valo was starting to feel a little dizzy, the head trauma really getting to him. It hurt something awful, and receiving Macht's fist to the face did nothing to make it any better.
Blood trickling down his lip now, Valo would grow tired of being pinned down, allowing Macht's knee to strike against his stomach completely as he moved his hands away. Instead, what he did now was use the adrenaline pumping through his body, along with the remaining ounces of his strength, to reach over and grab Macht, pushing forward from the door before turning them around and attempting to slam Macht against the door. If this worked, Valo would start to slam his fists into Macht's face, hitting the guy as hard as he could. The pain wasn't registering as much as the adrenaline at this point, and he moved despite his body screaming for him to just give up.
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on Mar 10, 2015 14:12:36 GMT -5
As good as the last-ditch effort was, it wouldn't end up being as effective as Valo likely hoped. Macht would stumble backward a bit, but once he regained his footing, he would use the guy's charge against him, once again hip-tossing him over his right shoulder. If it worked, Macht would assume Valo was out for the count, and let him go and take a few steps back.
"That's all I needed, guy," he would say, panting slightly.
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Mar 10, 2015 23:35:14 GMT -5
Valo flew right over Macht as he tossed him, landing on the ground in a heap. In this moment of stopping, he felt all of the pain coming into his body now as his limps felt heavy. Rolling over onto his back, he was panting heavily, trying to catch his breath.
"What... what was that all about?" He would say tiredly, glad the fight was finally over.
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