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Atara Raven · (04-29-2020)

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Poor guy, never saw it coming. That's the life of a 24/7 champion, one minute your on top, 12 hours later your left in a pool of your own blood wondering what the hell happen. A victim of your own bad choices, picking the wrong fights at the wrong time. Lucky for Felix, the countdown had just started and there was still time for him to come back to his senses.

As sure as the sky is blue, Felix did exactly that. Which sense came first though?

Touch? Hope not, that crow bar to the back of his noggin surely left a mother effer of a residual headache.

Taste? Mmm, a mouth of full of that red liquid that is the essence of life. Nothing but iron on those taste buds.

Smell? The second most pleasant thing his conscience was awarded with, ivory and rose, a perfume known to only one.

Sight? Ooooh, sight. Blurred and slow to focus it was quick to adjust just as soon as a voice he need be acclimated with hit those ringing ears.

Splayed flat on his back against the hard concrete of a city street he looked up. A smirk on those crimson lips answered the question the confusion his expression asked.

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"I let you have your moment, now give me back what's mine before you piss it away to Gilmour and his lot...okay Dove."

No time for response was allowed, an 8 inch heel pressed firmly on Jones's chest and dug in maliciously while a ref comes from the void and counts....

1.....

2.....

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