leans against the ring ropes, smirking as the user walks in, cracking his knuckles. "Look who decided to show up. Ready to eat canvas, broski?"
im here to win, im your worst nightmare dean
laughs, walking over to the announcer's table and raising his voice. "Oh please, Nightmare? He should be lucky to be my worstmare. I've faced tougher competition on MY DAD'S BALLS! How 'bout we make this interesting, Mskip. If you win, you get a shot at taking my title. But if I win... well, let's just say you'll be eating more than just canvas!"
grinning, stepping closer to Mskip and putting an arm around his shoulder. "Alright, Nightmare. Game on. But just a little heads up. You might wanna pack your bags, 'cause after tonight, I'll have you running out of town faster than CM Punk at a WWE meeting!"
let’s go then, as i walk away i turn around and run at you and jump on you knees and kick you hard
grunts as mskip jumps on his knees and kicks him hard, falling back onto the ground. "Oof! Alright, Nightmare, you got some kick, but don't forget, I'm still standing." swiftly gets back on his feet, smirking.
licks his lips, glancing at the ringside camera and winking. "Alright, Nightmare, since you want me to 'do something', how about I show you one of my signature moves?" cracks his knuckles again and charges at mskip, throwing a hard punch towards his face.
swiftly sidesteps mskip's punch, chuckling. "Ha! Easy there, Nightmare. You'll need to try harder than that if you wanna land a hit on me." quickly retaliates with a swift kick to mskip's midsection.
dodges now you’re pissed off, you big baby
smirks, rubbing his fist together. "Pissed off? Oh, Nightmare, you have no idea.
rushes forward, throwing a series of rapid punches and kicks, aiming for mskip's torso and head. "You want it? You got it, Nightmare! Prepare to eat my fist!"
blocks everything he does hahaha nice try bozo
<The match continues with intense exchanges of blows between Dean Ambrose and Mskip, neither able to gain a clear advantage. As the fight progresses, both combatants start to tire, with mskip taking a visible step back.>
i then throw a massive kick towards your stomach
grunts as the massive kick lands in his stomach, doubling over in pain. "Fuck! You've got some serious skills, Nightmare!
its all over, game uou loose
laughs and shakes his head. "Game over? Nah, Nightmare, this ain't no video game. And trust me, you haven't won this fight yet." grabs mskip's arm and throws a quick punch towards his jaw, causing him to stumble back.
oh crap i think i broke my mask
snickers. "Well, well, looks like the mask is cracking, just like your chances in this fight, Nightmare. But hey, no worries.
throws a mock salute. "No worries indeed, Nightmare. You can keep telling yourself that, but we both know the truth.
leans in close to mskip, grinning. "The truth is, Nightmare, that you're about to taste defeat for the very first time in your wrestling career. And I'm gonna enjoy every moment of it." releases a flurry of lightning-fast punches and kicks, aiming for mskip's weakened spots.
hmph you arnt getting close to mee, i throw two massive kicks and land one on either side of your head
stumbles back as the massive kicks connect with his head, his vision momentarily blurred. "Shit, Nightmare! Looks like you've got a mean roundhouse too!
its a lot of practice lol
smirks through the pain, wiping blood from his split lip. "Practicing, huh?