Description: Coming up in Old Georgia is CWA RIOT!!! Slamming it down at 3000 RPM, Jae-Mo Kang comes in to find his roots in the wrestling ring, the world famous movie director coming in to get some inspiration the only way he can: With REAL BODIED HARDCORE WRESTLING! And who better to greet him for his homecoming than the reigning World Rookie Champion, Sven Maesters! The Warwolf is bringing in the full riot, and is ready to give Kang the real CWA treatment! Welcome Home, Kang!
Sometimes you just got to go back to your roots. For Kang that means only one thing. WRESTLING TIME.
The portly Korean has spent many a month looking for inspiration and actors for his first film and some things have come together. He might have a villain at least so that is a start. All in all it has been a strange journey where he has met the likes of Abigail, Alma, Urien, Jezebel and Laura. To say the least it has been a tiring one on top of being strange. He needs to just clear his head.
Wrestling helps with that. You can fall into a set pattern and it becomes almost zen like in a weird way. Sure he gets his share of bumps and bruises, but it is all in good fun.
"Aaaaand now for the MAIN EVENT!" Bellows the announcer. "Introducing first! From South Korea! It is KAAAAANG JAE-MOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The announcement leads to the heavy riffs of Korean power metal band Efreet kicking into high gear as the rather round Korean steps out with arms raised high. "Lets do it!" he says and waddles down to the ring and jumps in.
COMBATSYS: Kang has started a fight here.
"Aaaaand his opponent..."
From the opposite end, on the center stage, a massive viking boat float is wheeled up on it. A dragon figurehead, and a kind of bound, unconscious figure on top, it almost looked like a burial at sea. Reaching a stop at the stage, the drone of viking metal begins, strumming of Amon Amarth's "The Pursuit Of Vikings" rising into a crescendo. "The World Belt Champion... the Warwolf himself..."
The heavy viking metal reaches the bridge, as jets of fireworks explode along the sides. The boat erupts into a pyrotechnique display, as Sven Masters rises up. Jumping from the side of the ship fixture, the towering swede lands on both combat booted feet, his wolf-skin cloak billowing behind him. Dressed in khakis shorts and little else, the bearded swede strides down the walkway at a steady pace, the crowd into a roar. Rolling under the ropes, he stops at his corner, turning towards the audience, hands in the air. There was no mask this time, no face concealment. Just the stern, stoic glare of the Warwolf, drawing in the crow from the audience, before he turns back towards Kang. "Welcome back to ring, Kang Jae-Mo!" Sven bellows in his thick nordic accent.
"Your movies did no good, yah?"
COMBATSYS: Sven has joined the fight here.
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Kang 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Sven
"First of all. HOW DARE YOU!"
His movies didn't do well? He hasn't even made one yet. They can't do badly if he hasn't made them. "You have no idea the weird people this world contains!" This is coming from a masked sumo/pro wrestling Korean taking on an equally strange nordic wrestler. "I was attacked by a failed actress, electrocuted by some over excited Brazilian and almost killed by some weird man that was going to give me money, but decided to incinerate it and me instead!"
He points his finger in the air. "I have come here to go back to my roots and to clear my head. Then I shall create the ultimate action movie. Mark my words."
"But enough about my personal life. We are here to wrestle!" With that the Korean reaches up to adjust his mask and then crouches low. His big meaty hands reaching upwards and fingers waggle about in anticipation. "Come at me!"
"How dare I?"
"I am the champion, yah?" Sven Maester booms, arms in the air to the cheers. "But it is good you come back to roots. You come back to what you are good at. But you will get no movies. Face it, you are wash up!" He points at Kang, and then waves his fingers. "You cannot get anybody good. You cannot even get Jezebel! She is so easy, she would take a sex tape role, in exchange for sex! Face it, you fat failure!"
"Kang Jae-Mo just stinks, yah!"
Sven turns away from Kang. Immediately, he steps up on the turnbuckle ropes around the corner. Striding up them, he reaches the peak. Backflipping off, he turns with a driving -kick- aiming to drive hard into the massive Korean. Very well underestimating his strength and the steady Korean's size, he nevertheless tries to drive Kang straight back into the opposite corner, attempting to force him straight back, all with a howl.
COMBATSYS: Sven successfully hits Kang with The Wicked Kick ES.
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Kang 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Sven
The face of Kang is turning red in anger to the point it can pretty much be seen even under the mask. What does this man know about making movies anyways?
"Do not bring up that name! That is no woman that is a monster given flesh! She tried to kill me and steal my soul with a baconator flavored kiss!" He fumes. "That is it! Enough talk. I will show you I am not a failure!" He can't argue the fat part. The man is in shape. The problem is that shape is very round.
Of all things Kang watches Sven sail in and while more often than not the Korean stands his ground he actually seemed to be timing t hings to where he could move away at the last moment. That timing is off though and Sven slams his foot right into Kang which stumbles back into the corner. He rebounds quickly though and he barrels forward as he lowers his head. He looks to just use it as a battering ram as he charges right back at Sven.
COMBATSYS: Sven blocks Kang's Kang Anger.
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Kang 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Sven
Sven slams forward, sending Kang back. But the massive Korean already rebounds as Sven lands. He had hoped for a combination, but it was clear that Kang had other plans. As the man comes in with a rapid headbutt, Sven is forced to catch the skull, knocking -him- backwards, sending him back towards the center ring. Grunting loudly, he finally brings the charge to a stop, patting Kang on the back... harmlessly. Encouragingly? "Gragh! So you have not gotten lazy in your fat, yah?!" Sven's gritted teeth comes as he slips backwards, pushing back off Kang, unable to carve open his opportunity. Kang was too big, too steady. Adjusting his footwork, he steps back.
And he -flexes-
Body turning red, he tightens his form, his muscles bulging over his body. "GRAGH!" He roars, his strength surging over him "OOAGH!" He follows up, turning his body around into a second flex. A third pose comes, this time the wrestler hurling himself at Kang, his body worked into a sweat. Should he seize Kang, he would hurl the wrestler around him, sending him whipping towards the side of the ring into a slam, to try and regain back that momentum. "That is the strength of the wolf!" Sven bellows.
COMBATSYS: Kang interrupts Medium Throw from Sven with Stomach Set.
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Kang 0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1 Sven
There is ring rust, but some things are never forgotten. It is taking a bit of time to get his ring awareness back as while he has used his fighting style to keep himself sharp or to defend himself it is much different when in the confines of a sixteen by sixteen foot ring. The charge leaves him more towards the center and he shifts his footing to keep a corner to his back. The turnbuckles often being a bit easier of impact than the ropes themselves.
He raises his arms once more and he watches Sven as the much more buff wrestler poses and shows off. Then the flexing turns into an attack. Kang is apparently not fooled by it at all.
It is too late for Sven to realize that Kang knew what was coming. He hurls himself forward and before he knows it he is grasped by the hands of the Korean. "Heh!" Kang Just gives a grin as he takes a deep breath and his already large belly seems to expand. That is when he bounces Sven right off of it. it is like hitting a very tightly pulled trampoline as he is fired away from the Korean and off into a corner.
It was too late.
Kang keeps the momentum in -his- corner as the wrestler is belly-bumped right out of his grapple. The Swede is sent sailing to the corner, smashing into it roughly. Groaning aloud, he eases up, as the crowd goes wild for Kang. Grunting, Sven dusts his hands off. Looking over the audience, he turns back over to Kang. Face twisted in a scowl, he takes a heaving breath, and points a finger at the wrestler. And then, he grins.
"Heh, looks like you got HUGE GUTS Kang!"
Sven booms, climbing back up on the turnbuckle. Raising his fingers to the audience now, he turns around, and unleashes a backflip. Hurtling at Kang, he moves to seize the massive mound of a man to whip him off his feet in a tumble. Should he manage that? He will whip Kang around him in a spin, before landing together in sync, slamming KAng across his knee -hard- into a tilt a whirl backbreaker on the rioting landing.
COMBATSYS: Kang blocks Sven's World Wolf III ES.
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Kang 0/-------/-======|=======\====---\1 Sven
"Of course! The biggest guts of all wrestlers!" Kang doesn't realize Sven was actually trying to insult him. At the same time it doesn't seem like Kang is really bothered by fat jokes. Given his size he has probably grown so used to them by now just ignoring them may be second nature.
Sven lets out another howl as he goes in for the attack. And in theory the plan started to work. He managed to grab Kang and whip him off his feet. The problem is when whipped like that Kang just kind of becomes a rolled up ball of human that bounces off and bounds towards the ropes. His momentum strains the ropes as they fire him back right at Sven who instead of getting a backbreaker pulled off might find himself on t he defense.
Bounce, bounce, unfurl! Kang is still sailing at Sven, but this time his stubby legs are extending to crash right into Sven with one mighty dropkick. "Hup!"
COMBATSYS: Sven dodges Kang's Medium Kick.
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Kang 0/-------/-======|=======\====---\1 Sven
As Kang rips free from his grips, there is that brief moment when the towering swede looks towards the ropes, and he doesn't quite realize what's about to happen. And when it clicked? It -clicked-, and the wrestler suddenly goes wide eyed. The wrestler slams on the ground hard, as the massive ball of a man explodes over his head. The drop kick comes down, and Sven grunts as he rises. Sweat pours from his brow, as he stares at Kang's collapse on the side, the very ring shakes. And he sees his opening.
And Sven leaps.
"AROO!" He bellows out as the wrestler attempts the pin. He throws on the massive Korean, attempting to seize him by his legs and arms. ANd should he get it? He would right there, right then, make the attempt to -squeeze- and pin Kang down, keeping him on the floor in the aftermath of his drop kick. The wrestler was sweating, obviously over exerted. But he was going for it, he was making the risk... Even if Kang kicked out.
It would be tightening the noose around his neck.
COMBATSYS: Kang dodges Sven's Crushing Throw.
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Kang 0/-------/-======|=======\====---\1 Sven
The dropkick did not end up being the surprise attack that Kang hoped it would be, but it could have ended worse. Sven moved out of the way and the big Korean ended up just sailing about hitting nothing. And then he landed in a roll that the ropes stopped and kept him from firing off into the crowd.
The Korean turns about to face Sven and he looks about ready to declare something, but he is already about to be grappled by the Swede and surprisingly the big man moves out of the way. Kang is never known for his agility, but at the same time for someone his size, weight wise at least, he moves rather quickly.
Sven grasps nothing and instead he finds Kang standing behind him and taking a deep breath. It is not a grapple or a large strike this time that looks to give Sven trouble, but Kang exhales and a stream of fire is released right towards him. Great Muta eat your heart out.
COMBATSYS: Sven blocks Kang's Fire Bomb.
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Kang 0/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Sven
As Kang slips from his grips, the Swede and Korean move in sync, the great wrestler puffing his chest out. "You get back here, yah?" He bursts out, harrying around the burly wrestler. He was expecting a lot. But when he puffs out his chest, the wrestler realizes what was about to come. The dirtiest trick in some wrestling circles, mere magic in others. So when the fire comes?
He -hurls- himself into it.
Smashing into the flames, he rips them apart with his forearms, letting the flames flicker out on his limbs. Standing fast against Kang, the wrestler is gasping for air. Staggering forward, he forces his way, forces his way at Kang. Dipping low, he falls low, sweeping his leg into a drastic low kick, attempting to knock Kang right off his feet. It was a risky move, especially with him so exposed at the moment. But he had to build towards his finale, his cape swinging behind him.
COMBATSYS: Sven successfully hits Kang with Light Kick.
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Kang 1/------=/=======|=======\=====--\1 Sven
At least it isn't poison mist? The jet of flame isn't a big one, but still fire is usually something no one wants to get hit by. Sven didn't get that memo at all. Forward he barrels through the flame and comes right towards Kang much to the Korean's surprise.
Then comes the kick. Really it should be an easy one to defend againt. Kang has a rather low center of gravity and rather thick, stubby legs. Despite that the kick comes and takes Kang's feet out right from under him.
The Korean lands onto the ring which rattles a bit from the girthy man impacting, but Kang is quick to roll backwards and pop back up to his feet. He slaps his face a few times with his hands and shakes his head. "All right. Time to get serious!"
COMBATSYS: Kang gains composure.
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Kang 1/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Sven
Sven rises up, ready to continue his assault...
But there was no assault to continue into.
As Kang keeps his distance, Sven paces side to side, giving great heavy breaths. He should have been catching his breath like Kang. He should have been taking a rest. But no, no, Sven only pounds his chest in the face of his opponent, staring out to the crowd. "Take it serious now? You have not been serious yet? Well good."
"I have not been serious, yah!"
Sven unhooks his wolf cloak, and with a dramatic fling, tosses it into the corner of the ring. "You have shown to be strong! You have shown to be able to wrestle! So you have gotten the true strength of THE WARWOLF! I have the strength and power! I have the strength and the power, yah!" Sven points to the megascreen, where a full moon is displayed, as the whole arena goes dark. "THE FULL MOON HAS RISEN!" The Warwolf turns red, as he stares into Kang.
"THE NIGHT OF THE WARWOLF HAS BEGUN!"
COMBATSYS: Sven focuses on his next action.
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Kang 1/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Sven
And that is just what he needed. A moment where Sven has decided to play to the crowd and ham it up with his antics. That is when Kang is pretty sure he has an opening and he isn't going to hold back in trying to exploit it.
There is a bit of a glint in his eye as he steps back then falls against the ropes of the ring. Taking a deep breath he pushes back as far as he can. The ropes strain and dig into his back and then the Korean lets the ropes launch him forward and give him extra momentum as he goes right towards Sven once more.
He lowers his head much like he did earlier in the match. Something like a battering ram once more as he looks to plow right into the other wrestler. Though this time he has a bit ore of a plan on what to do if he manages to connect.
COMBATSYS: Sven blocks Kang's Out Of My Way.
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Kang 0/-------/----===|=======\=======\1 Sven
That was the howl as the berserker rage overtakes Sven. As the opening comes, Sven turns back to Kang. Body bulging, he snarls as he -takes- the charge head on. Blue eyes transfixed, his body bursts with strength as he lunges into the attack, hands forward. It does connect. HARD. Sven is forced to stand fast, struggling against the full battering ram of the impact, more so than before. Catching it doesn't stop the pain, as he is forces back, his boots slipping on the mat. When he finally hits the ropes, he grits his teeth as he pushes back. He gave Kang his opening.
And now he had to make his own.
Sven flips forward, trying to not even let Kang have his opening. Strength pouring from him, his maneuver is almost elegant in his fury. Smoothly, softly, and precisely, the wrestler flips forward, attempting to lash his legs around Kang's neck. Should he get his incredibly thick thighs around Kang's throat, he would reverse momentum. And there, comes the most legendary technique as he would twists spinning around to -slam- Kang into the mat into a Frankensteiner. And if he could make it that far?
He would throw his head back, and howl, catching him in the pin.
COMBATSYS: Sven successfully hits Kang with Wolfensteiner ES.
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Kang 0/-------/-======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Sven
He thought he had an opening and it seems like he was wrong. The impact is there, but there is not the give that he was expecting. Sven is pushed back, but not bounced away and into the ropes like the Korean had planned. It has surprised him enough it gives Sven the opening he was seeking.
There really isn't much of a neck to grasp, but it is more the Swede's thighs are crushing the giant head of Kang in a rather awkward display before he flips back and uses his momentum to pick Kang up off the ground and slam him head first into the mat. The referee slides in to make the count, but his hand is just hitting the mat for two when Kang kicks out and gets to his feet.
He wastes no time on returning the favor as he falls back against the ropes and comes off them. He leaves his feet and extends an arm as he looks to deliver a rather powerful lariat to the upper body of Sven.
COMBATSYS: Sven interrupts Combo Grapple from Kang with Full Moon Rising ES.
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Kang 1/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\-------\0 Sven
And the kick out comes.
Sven rolls off without resisting too much; if Kang still has a fight in him, Sven's gonna keep him fighting. The audience was loving this; the chemistry was about even. It wasn't Sven fans or Kang fans here, but wrestling fans, getting a good match between two talented wrestlers. As Kang comes off the ropes, however, the Swede, breathing harder and harder, locks eyes with Kang as he snarls and gnashes his teeth. The lariat comes?
And Sven -hurls- into that lariat.
"AWOOOO!" Was the cry as he slams into it, both arms around Kang's great round belly as he slams in. It almost knocks the wind clean from him, and as it turns out, all these head-on collisions were beginning to tear him down. Nearly rebounding off like a beach ball, he barely manages to cling on as he groans. Heaving up the massive Korean, he backflips, spinning Kang around on to him as he reaches the apex of the bound. Landing on the turnbuckle with Kang's head facing down, he nearly drops Kang as the ropes stretch and dip, under the combined weight of both of them. He had hoped for more theatrics. But for -both- of their safety, he decides to make it quick. The crowd already cries out, he drops, bringing Kang smashing headfirst into the corner turnbuckle.
Sven is obviously not the only one that the collisions are taking its toll on. Kang himself is starting to feel worn down and it is showing. His movements not as quick and crisp and his breathing getting heavier. It makes him an easier target as a whole and he finds himself grappled once more and being twisted about without being able to do much about it.
He blacks out for a moment when his head impacts that turnbuckle and he lands on the mat hard once more where he lays there for a moment. Sven could have perhaps even got a cover if he had moved fast enough, but at best if he tries again it would be a two and a half before Kang manages to push him off. Or he might not attempt a pin at all and Kang starts to come back to his senses. He isn't done just yet, but it is hard to tell how much more he could take.
Clambering to his feet the big Korean stalks forward. That big belly closing in as he just looks to bump up against Sven in such a forceful manner it may launch him upwards.
COMBATSYS: Sven blocks Kang's Body Press Special.
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Kang 0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>------\1 Sven
Sven was reaching his peak.
To say he was overexerting himself was an understatement; even at the peak of his performance, he was overextending himself. Even in his berserker frenzy, he was slowing down, drenched in sweat and fatigue. He was on the border of exhaustion. The pair of two wrestlers were drawing into a close. But they couldn't stop, they couldn't let the people think it was slowing down. Sven almost falls off of the corner post, landing into a roll to disguise his sheer exhaustion. He doesn't even attempt the pin, thank god, and Kang was back up.
And Kang was still coming.
Sven is greeted by that big belly once more, that snaps out like a cobra. The Warwolf bursts with strength, his guard snapping up into the last second as he crosses his arms. Teeth gritted and breathing hard, there is a crack as he catches the belly, sending him snapping back into the ropes. Rebounding off, he -slams- down a booted foot, just stopping himself from coming straight back at Kang. At least, outside of his own control. The other boot comes down, as he awkwardly tries to get his momentum. Already, everything around him was spinning. His red hue fades, as fatigue comes for him. He grapples desperately at Kang, attempting to scoop him up and finish with a staggering power bomb, to slam the Korean on his back, and immediately go for the pin. He had to end this, because... the night of the warwolf had ended.
And exhaustion and fatigue consume him as he makes his desperate play.
COMBATSYS: Kang blocks Sven's Strong Throw.
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Kang 0/-------/-------|=======\=------\1 Sven
Both men seem to be at their limit right now. The boundless energy they both hard seem all but gone at this point and now they just plod along trying to find that one move that will finally finish off the other one. Sven does manage to get a grip on Kang once more and he hefts up the Korean once more. Kang is actually aware of what is going on and he starts to struggle once hefted.
What ends up happening isn't exactly intentional. Kang slips free and actually goes up and over the head of Sven and lands on his feet with his back to the Swede. It might just be the surprise he needed and he reaches back behind him to try and reach his arms around the neck of Sven and pull to rest the back of his head against a broad shoulder of the Korean.
Then Kang falls downwards. as he kicks his legs out. Something of a reverse stunner as he hopes the impact of Sven's head against his shoulder is finally enough to take down the Swede.
COMBATSYS: Sven dodges Kang's Medium Throw.
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Kang 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 Sven
It doesn't even make the count.
As Kang goes up, the hefty wrestler doesn't go down on Sven's terms. The wrestler was dazed now, in a dream. Disoriented and confused, the hand goes for his neck. Panic actually takes him, and he flails, and as the back of his head touches on the Korean's own shoulder?
He breaks away at the last second.
It wasn't the finesse or even the dramatic parries that Sven was known for in his robust offense. Instead, it was an almost disappointing sandbag out. And Sven -feels- it from the audience, who neither boo or applauds, just... watches. Sven rises up, arms in the air. And turning towards them, giving KAng a moment to recover, he gives a quick roar, flexing those muscles. "YAH! YAH! SVEN MAESTERS!" He cries out for himself, flexing madly to the audience for a moment. It was a bit of a mistake, perhaps. But the crowd heats up, and he needed that. Satisfied, he breaks from his posing to lunge out at Kang. He would grip him by the arm, and with a pivot, send him hurling straight for the ropes. And then, should Kang go for the rebound? He would go for a -smashing- clothesline, attempting to force Kang straight down to the mat.
COMBATSYS: Sven successfully hits Kang with Fierce Punch.
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Kang 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Sven
Kang never manages to grasp Sven like he intended. For how worn out he may be it seems the Swede still has enough energy in him to get away. Kang turns about around the right time Sven is coming inwards with that big lariat. The Korean tries to move out of the way, but the speed that Sven comes in with is too much.
He impacts hard. Hard enough it sends Kang up off his feet and flying. He tries to catch the ropes, but he goes up and over the top to land head first on the apron and falling to the ground outside of the ring in a heap. He is somewhat concious, but his bell was clearly rung as he can't seem to get his body to move as the referee starts to count to ten.
He starts to sit up and try to get to a knee, but he falls back over and just lays there on his back staring at the lights. He wanted to go back to his roots, but was it the right idea? Is he really bound to fail? These thoughts cross his addled brain as the referee counts to ten and the bell is run to signal the match over. The words of the winner being announced are barely heard. Instead Kang wonders what he must do next. He must prove he is not a failure. He needs to find.....MISTER JONES.
COMBATSYS: Kang takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Kang can no longer fight.
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When the lariat comes, it's like catching a bull elephant.
Sven almost collapses himself, the impact of the giant Korean hitting with recoil. Sven staggers backwards, stunned and broken. And yet, as the entire ring shudders on impact, he stares down at Kang. Not furiously, not angrily, but staringly. The count comes up. As Kang attempts to rise up, he waits, waits, giving Kang his space... and when he goes down? Sven gives a quiet nod. Turning his back to Kang, he looks to the ref, and the sweaty Sven throws an arm in the air as the ref lifts it.
The swede shakes a fist, tensing his teeth as the crowd cheers. "YAH! YAH! SVEN MAESTERS NUMBER ONE!" He calls out, holding up a finger. "SVEN MAESTERS NUMBER ONE! WARWOLF WINNER!"
"AROOOOOO!" He begins to howl, as the audience howls back.
COMBATSYS: Sven has ended the fight here.
Log created on 12:40:37 03/21/2018 by Sven, and last modified on 14:18:39 03/22/2018.