I'm glad Ben Askren lost. He's never had the ambition or interest to learn any striking. He's just such a horrible horrible striker. He's an amazing wrestler but his entries are absolutely poor and far too predictable. He doesn't even set them up, LOL. When you're a lesser striker than Demian Maia, there's a real problem.
Men were clay, shaped by experiences, their environment. Tessa's skin seemed to pale as memories of Alpha Dog rose to the front of her mind. Kellan however, hardly blinked. Now, he could slay Alpha Dog with the skill in his thumb. And yet, even before arts forbidden and twisted were known to him, he'd face the villain with nay a moment of hesitation in his movements. Tessa was molded to be a killer, but Kellan was raised to watch the life fade from a victim's eyes with no vestige of humanity in his face. No fear, no hesitation. He was a monster, and he gave the smallest of smiles that monsters - devils - so often did. But it was genuine, as was the good - however different - in his heart, and the care he had for her.
With a soundless stride, the Red Shinigami came to stand by Tessa's right. A shadow moved over the white of her face, and his hand cupped her cheek, his silent stare beckoning her to turn at the heel and face his body with hers. Kellan held her gaze, and his thumb stroked her skin as she swallowed her pride and became his pupil. The corners of his lips curled ever so slightly, and his expression, however subtle, changed in it's entirety.
"By the end of this, Alpha Dog will be nothing to you. Less than nothing".
The red in his eyes deepened, his fingers slid down to her throat, and his touch grew bruising and possessive. "And together, we'll solve the problem of evil in this stinking shithole of a world".
Running a thumb over her throat, the Horned Saint drew her towards him. "We'll start your training now".
In the Shadow World. Darkness would swarm the edges of her sight, and in the tick of a second, the two'd be in a realm of shadows, where all that was seen was the vague impression of movement. There, Kellan'd hold her hand and guide her to meditation. Where sight meant nothing, she'd awaken senses she never thought possible.
I kneeeew it! They're asking for €100 million and Dembélé or €300 million. If Bartomeu isn't a complete fool, he won't take that deal. Neymar isn't worth either of those demands.
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