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Post by alexsabin on Feb 6, 2011 13:31:41 GMT -5
This song is playing in the gym as Alex Sabin is working out. He is throwing several jabs and haymakers into a punching bag letting out some steam. His demeanor is that of a rock unbreakable from the focus he is giving to the punching bag. Sweat beads down his brow lightly as he keeps throwing punch after punch.
Ihre Welt wird Gestört durch die Berliner Maschine. Ich werde zerschmettere deine Spirituosen sowie ihr Körper. Sie stehen keine Chance gegen mich sie Pathetisch Verschwendung menschlicher Raum.
He begins to throw his knee into the bag after talking to punching bag. His short blond hair dripping with sweat at this point with a soaking wet towel draped around his shoulders. His fists still up in a fighting stance even though he is no longer throwing punches into the bag.
Alex turns around and starts to run full speed across the floor only to do what can only be described as an olympic gymnist type routine. Flip after flip turning and back flipping several times before finally ending with a triple backflip in which he lands on one knee with his other leg bet in the classic wedding propsal postion. His hands touch the mat as his legs roll out from behind him. Alex now begins to do pushups on his fists for a short while.
After several minutes of doing pushups Alex stands up and starts to head toward a small mini fridge located nearby in the gym grabbing a bottle of water and opening it slowly then pouring some into his mouth slowly. He didnt trust anyone that worked here yet not even the staff enough to know that they had not done something to the lip where his lips would go so pouring from a distance was the best possible solution for him.
Das englische Hure denkt shes die einzige wirkliche europäische hier nun, sie wird in für eine Welt des verletzt als sie vor der Berlin Maschine
Alex throws the water bottle into a trash can nearby before starting to walk toward the exit slowly.
TBC- By anyone
OOC translation- (Your world will be shattered by the Berlin machine. I shall crush your spirits as well as your body. You stand no chance against me you pathetic waste of human space.)
(That English harlot thinks shes the only real European here well she will be in for a world of hurt when she faces the Berlin Machine)
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Post by Dustin Delta on Feb 6, 2011 20:37:42 GMT -5
The exit opens wide, and in walks King of the Deathmatch Champion, Dustin Delta. He sports a pair of blue jeans and a custom Seattle Seahawks jersey, the number being 73, and the name being Delta, of course. His short black hair, which is bleach blonde at the ends, falls listlessly. His lucent championship is slung over his left shoulder. Alex stops short and watches carefully as Dustin walks into the building. Double D gives an intrigued stare to the European rookie. The Berlin machine coldly glares at Dustin, and his gaze focuses on the championship which rests upon the shoulder of the Floridian.
"Wie hast du gewinnen, dass ein glücklicher Lotterielos? Ein bäuerlicher wie sich sicherlich nicht eine solche Leistung zu gewinnen ein Ringkampf erreicht haben."
Delta looks at his Deathmatch championship, and then at Sabin.
"Wirklich, Sie haben das Recht, mich in einer solchen Weise zu sprechen? Du hast hier nicht einmal ein Tag gewesen, du Kretin. Sie konnten nicht halten Sie ihre fünf Minuten lang gegen mich."
Double D grins as Alex Sabin looks at Delta, quite shocked.
"I took German in college."
Delta comments like a smartass, and then glares down Alex. |
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Post by alexsabin on Feb 7, 2011 1:27:08 GMT -5
(For sanity's sake please translate Dustin, as I know what your saying but others might not)
Sabin looks at Dustin with almost hate filled eyes looking the new champion up and down before starting to laugh uncontrollably. The laughter almost confuses Dustin as the wording just used should have started a fight and not been looked at like almost a joke. Sabin looks upon Dustin with a shed of respect in his eyes now as he begins to speak.
Ihr Akzent ist schrecklich, aber ich bin recht froh zu hören, dass Sie die göttliche Sprache sprechen. Und fünf Minuten, die ich mit Ihnen zuletzt könnte, aber ich würde es hassen zu müssen, dass das Eigentum von dir von dir zu nehmen.
Sabin places his hand on Dustin's new title looking at it then back at Dustin as Dustin speaks again.
Man könnte nicht meinen Titel, wenn ich in der Mitte des Rings gelegt und lassen Sie mich Stift. Weißt du, was ich tun, um diesen Titel bekommen hat? Ich bin nicht der neue Mann ließ raubst mir den Deathmatch-Meisterschaft.
As Dustin finishes his rant Sabin's eyes shift back and forth from the title on Dustin's shoulder to Dustin's face slowly and methodically. Sabin having a rough time understanding how a college could teach such horribly pronounce German understands what Dustin is saying but almost tries to translate it over and over in his head to make sure he understands what the Champion is saying. Sabin's hand pats the title now as the words flow from his mouth now in English but having a hard time with it at first.
You ha...have gone through enough Ja, but your journey will end with you and me in that ring. Sabin's wording starts to clear up as if like a coma patient just starting to walk again. But you see it's up to you if were on the same side of not. Sabin winks at Dustin as he continues on speaking to the Deathmatch Champion. His words shift back to German in an effort to make sure that few around understand what he is telling Dustin now. Sie verdient meinen Respekt ein wenig sprechen die göttliche Sprache zu mir, also wenn Sie jemanden in deiner Ecke brauchen.
Sabin pats the title again as he starts to walk toward the exit door. Without turning around or even looking back Sabin calls back to Dustin again in English this time. You know where to find me. I am not hard to find just look for all the expensive things and I will be the one owning them.
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OOC translations- "Your accent is horrible, but I am quite glad to hear that you speak the divine language. And five minutes I could last with you, but I would hate to have to take that title of yours from you.""You could not take my title if I laid in the middle of the ring and let you pin me. Do you know what I had to do to get this title? I am not letting the new guy rob me of my Deathmatch Championship.""You earned my respect a little speaking the divine language to me, so if you need anyone in your corner."
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