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Post by wildthing on Feb 17, 2007 20:31:15 GMT -5
Matt laughed and crossed his arms. "You're right, you won't touch her. You won't talk to her. You're gonna turn around, get in your fancy truck, and head back to the big city."
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Post by Carhartt on Feb 18, 2007 2:33:02 GMT -5
Dierks wasn't going to leave without a fight. He pounded on the door replying, [F.uck you! You can't tell me what to do. I think its Trixie choice if she wants to or not!] Trixie stepped back at them. She couldn't believe he was here doing this........ She couldn't believe Matt was being so protective. She was loving it though. But when she heard she got to decide she didn't want to but maybe just to see what he wanted to say. He was making this all soooo much worse. Slowly tears formed in her amazing blue obtics as Dierks probably crossed the line, [Wow, I can't believe Trixie is actualy with yous. You're such a pussy you'are to scared to actually dealing with me you have to have a door between us so you feel safe!] He laughed with a sneer at his very evil reply.
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Post by wildthing on Feb 19, 2007 10:13:16 GMT -5
Matt just stood there looking slightly annoyed, but mostly unconcerned. "Trixie already made her choice, she came back with me. And you better watch your language around a lady or keep your voice down." Matt could cuss as good as any cowboy and did a lot of it when he was working, but that was something you just didn't do around ladies. Then Dierks crossed the line. "You have about 10 seconds to get back in your truck before I beat the crap out of you and throw you in your truck."
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Post by Carhartt on Feb 19, 2007 18:36:30 GMT -5
Dierks laughed and replied in a tunating way, [F.uck you, I won't bback down like you, pussy. I wouldn't even wait 10 seconds. You OBVIOUSLY don't love her all that much, if you did and was concerned about another guy taking her away you would have already, TRIED to beat the s.hit out of me.] He laughed as he stood by the door and was about four feet away from it.
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Post by wildthing on Feb 19, 2007 19:13:30 GMT -5
Matt had had about enough. What Dierks called backing down, Matt called being polite. Well that was ending. He closed the gap between him and the city boy and sent a work hardened fist at his nose. It took a lot to rile Matt, but when he was riled, he was hard to stop.
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Post by Carhartt on Feb 19, 2007 20:36:28 GMT -5
The laughing stoped when he saw the door fly open and saw a fist at his face. He was the middle weight wrestling champ at his highschool so he knew his stuff. He duckled dodging it and rammed towards his stomache trying to take him down with wrapping his ahnds around him.
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Post by wildthing on Feb 19, 2007 20:51:28 GMT -5
Matt was amused when he found himself dealing with a wrestler. He'd never done any real wrestling, but he'd grown up wrestling with the other Apache boys. And on the reservation, you played to win, playing fair wasn't all that important. He met Dierks' rush with a knee to the stomach, but he knocked into the door with the guy's rush.
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Post by Carhartt on Feb 19, 2007 20:54:11 GMT -5
Dierks felt his knee hurting like hell. This p.issed him off. He suddenly began to play unfair and went for a punhcas they colided with the door as he grunted..... Trixie stepped back trying not to laugh.... It was a musing...... They were solving nothing. It wasn;t going to change how she felt it would only make it worse. Dierks then went a head lock as he wrapped his handsaround his neck trying hard.
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Post by wildthing on Feb 19, 2007 21:01:25 GMT -5
Matt didn't dodge the punch and he'd have a bruise later, but he took the oppurtunity to slip a punch at his ribs. He fell into the headlock, but knew a few dirty tricks to get out of one. As he sent his elbow into Dierks' gut, he kicked his shin with his heavy cowboy boot.
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Post by Carhartt on Feb 19, 2007 21:12:24 GMT -5
Slowly he felt his fist colide with Mat's face and laughed but lost consentration and felt the blow in hus ribs then i n his gut flying back. He fell to fast to get the boot but it was enough. Dierks slowly staggered up as he lunged at Matt as he went for his nads trowing his knee into him hard, trying to get a dirty straight on hit that wasn't to fair.
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Post by wildthing on Feb 19, 2007 21:24:44 GMT -5
You learned early on to protect the family jewels when your childhood play was no holds barred. It took only a slight twist to take the knee in his outer thigh and sent another elbow calculated to break his nose if it landed.
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Post by Carhartt on Feb 19, 2007 21:39:33 GMT -5
Dierks felt his knee hit Matt's thigh as he almost yelled but couldn't as his elbow it his face not breaking his nose but d.amn close with an instant nose bleed. Looking at Matt he lounged once more and grabbed his shirt on tha back and pulled it down hard trying to choke him as he wrapped his legs around him then sent a hard flying punch at his stomach as if it hit Matt would fall too with is legs wrapped around Dierks. Dierks was getting more pissed as the blood tripped down and he slowly sneeze as it came flying out all over Matt as Dierks laughed at it, as he sent another flying punch at the side of Matt's ribs.
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Post by wildthing on Feb 19, 2007 21:50:26 GMT -5
When Dierks wrapped his legs around him, Matt was mildly amused. City boys were strange. "I thought you were after Trixie, wrap your legs around somebody else." His light T-shirt ripped. Matt swore. That was one of his last clean shirts and he really hated doing laundry. Dierks' fist met with a hard set of ribs. The blow had a little sting to it and just enough power to send them down in a tangle of legs. Matt rolled and came up on top. He sent a combination of punches at Dierks' face. It was time to end this. Matt was ready for some steak.
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Post by Carhartt on Feb 19, 2007 22:26:22 GMT -5
Dierks smirked at his ingnorant reply as he laughed when they fell and he could see the hit had and stragedy worked. Diekrs laughed as Matt rolled on top as he repleid,
[Well, you seem to be eager to be on top. I was wrong. Trixie doesn't have to do all the work in bed.]
He laughed his he suddenly stopped seeing the fists and slowly picked his legs up and tried kicking Matt off so he could be free as he let his hand grap his fist then his other hand grab it as he sworewhen he felt on of the punches hit his jaw as it almost felt like it fell off. He spat blood out then a tooth. That had pissed him off. Bad.......
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Post by wildthing on Feb 19, 2007 22:55:07 GMT -5
His strategy might not have been the smartest. Matt was as used to scrapping on the ground as he was slugging it out on his feet. Matt disregarded his comment. As Dierks was distracted with his injured jaw, Matt took the oppurtunity to somewhat righten himself and start pummeling the other guy's midsection.
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