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  1. 3 hours ago, MasterLeader said:

    Bjorn - it might be a lot more manageable if you trim your active fighter roster to like 10 and then just fill the other spots with sparbots

     

    This. When you have too many active fighters, this game can definitely be a bit of a chore.

     

    Bjorn, I hope trimming your roster will make things a bit more manageable and keep you playing. But if not, at least you had one heck of a run in this game.

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  2. On 7/22/2022 at 10:36 PM, Scully said:

    Yeah, some are very good. I mostly read the sports ones. There's a boxing one that is good called Hajime no Ippo. Some soccer ones and baseball. One on football called Eyeshield 21 that is decent. Depends sometimes on how you take to Japanese humor. 

     

    Hajime no Ippo was really good in the beginning but after 1100 chapters or so it really starts to drag. There’s a lot more focus on side characters and stories unrelated to the core of the series, which are the kick-ass boxing fights.

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  3. If an org owner asks for my opinion about a possible opponent for one of my fighters, I’ll give it. And I do appreciate being kept in the loop by the org owner when my fighter’s on the rise. However, I actually prefer not to be involved in the match making to be honest. It seems so time consuming. And I’d like to think org owners always try their best to schedule fights that are fair and make the most sense, considering the fighter rankings.

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  4. On 11/27/2021 at 9:34 PM, thb said:

    Wrestling with Bullies is a coming of age young adult novella for anyone who has ever wanted to stand up against their bullies.

     

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    For anyone who might be interested, Wrestling with Bullies is available for free on Amazon the next two days. Grab a free copy while you can :)

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  5. This brings back a lot of memories.

     

     

    I was so happy when Duncan McAlister won. I know my fighters have won a lot more important titles since then but none compare to that first one. After every loss I had taken leading up to that title fight, I was so absolutely ecstatic when it finally happened. And the way it happened too. The opponent - Rutger Crax – absolutely dominated the first round, not only setting the pace but also taking Duncan McAlister down and nearly submitting him. But Duncan survived and started swinging for the fences, nearly taking Rutger’s head off with a massive uppercut. Rutger’s defenses started to crumble but he didn’t give up that easily. The big defensive wall finally came crashing down when McAlister countered a big head kick with a brutal right hand that knocked Rutger Crax out cold.

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  6. 16 hours ago, Skenoj said:

    Tomorrow edition 364 will be released, been around for a while, since the last drama, how do you feel about Tycoon Times, was it good/bad, fair/not fair? 

    Do you still check it out?

    I still check them out. You're doing a really good job in keeping the Times going strong. Though it's clear the number of articles getting submitted is decreasing, which is a bit of shame.

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  7. 1 hour ago, Mentor said:

    Interesting, i did not know that Man was played by Mr Bean! I think i will have a look at that series over the weekend.

    If you like Mr Bean and Blackadder, chances are you won’t regret it. It’s silly, completely over the top and simply fun.

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  8. On 8/29/2020 at 8:25 PM, thb said:

    Thomas Bolleke Vs Latrobe Arundel TEASER

    By Alika Webb

     

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    Thomas Bolleke Latrobe Arundel

     

    “Come on, Mentor,” I whisper, burying my head in my pillow. “You can do it. If we can get this match against Arundel, we will be writing history.”

     

    I let thoughts drift through my mind, hoping that Mentor’s negotiating skills will pay off once again. Hoping that he’ll get the super fight I’ve been craving for so long.

     

    My eyelids like shutters closing down, I enter the night.

     

    A soft buzzing disturbs the silence, it grows louder and louder until it is screaming into my ear. The painfully annoying whining sound of a bloodsucking flying monster that can make even an elephant awake from his slumber with his mighty tusks at the ready.

     

    I jump out of bed like a freaking ninja, fists locked and loaded like a pro boxer.

     

    Pointy ears like a rabbit, I stealthily glide through the darkness. The buzzing sounds fainter but is still there. I wasn’t dreaming, there’s a mosquito in my room!

     

    A stampede to the light switch. The light turns on, the buzzing stops. We got ourselves a missing flying monster. This is a case for detective Bolleke. I got my mind made up, one of us will not make it through the night. This will be a locked-room murder mystery that will not be hard to solve!

     

    An hour long I don’t move an inch, like a tiger lying in wait, ready spring upon my unsuspecting prey. Unfortunately, the buzzing never comes back.

     

    My eyelids growing heavy, I crawl back into bed, turning the lights off.

     

    As soon as the light turns off, the buzzing starts again.

     

    Who needs light when you’ve got the eyes of a tiger? I open my eyes, peering into the darkness. More senses come to live. The buzzing, the breeze of the wind as that little monster brushes by me.

     

    “Let’s do this,” I whisper before shouting my battle cry from the top of my lungs, “THOMAAAAAAS BOLLEKE!”

     

    I take a deep breath. Focused and ready, I listen.

     

    Buzzing near the closet, I don’t hesitate.

     

    CRASH!

     

    My fist smashes through the closet, splinters pierce my skin, ripping my arm to shreds.

     

    A buzzing sound flashes by my ear. I missed!

     

    I rip some wood from my closet with pure adrenaline running through my veins. I grip one big piece of wood and swing it like a club.

     

    The club hits nothing but air. Of course not, I’m swinging in the dark here.

     

    “Let there be light,” I proclaim, rubbing pieces of splintered wood together like a caveman. After a few minutes, fire arises from the remains of my closet, lighting up my room like a cave in the days that dinosaurs still roamed the earth.

     

    I rip another stick of splintered wood from my closet, peering into the shadows.

     

    Movement in the flickering light of the fire. I throw the stick like a Major League pitcher. My throw misses the mosquito by a hair’s breadth. It bounces off the wall and gets thrown back at me like a boomerang.

     

    The stick hits me right on the top of my head. I’m seeing stars, stumbling backwards.

     

    I curse, grabbing the stick and throwing it with rage.

     

    Glass shatters. I just smashed my own window. “Son of a …”

     

    Something warm streams over my face, pausing my thoughts. I touch my face and look at it. “Blood,” I whisper. “My blood? My blood!”

     

    “Where is that little bloodsucking bastard!” I shout, my veins early bursting out of my skin. I smear the blood all over my face like war paint and keep my eyes and ears wide open.

     

    A buzzing sound near the door.

     

    “I got you now!” I whisper, bracing myself.

     

    The mosquito is perched on my door. It’s lounging around, watching me, laughing at me. Well, it won’t be laughing for long.

     

    I can’t just lunge at it, it’s too far away, it will fly away before I have a chance to strike. I glance at my bed, it’s away from the door but it’s close enough that I can jump from it to the door in a single motion. I smile.

     

    I jump on my bed, use it like a springboard and catapult my foot Anthony Pettis-style towards the door.

     

    The mosquito doesn’t stand a chance. On second thought, neither does my door. Oh crap!

     

    CRASH!

     

    I let the events of the night play in my head like a movie as I crawl under my blanket and let the night whisk me away.

     

    ***

     

    My phone starts to ring softly.

     

    I open my eyes and exhale softly, the night has been good to me. Fighting and beating the mosquito was a dream, I’m sure of it. It was simply a figment of my imagination, a way of dealing with something that I can’t control, namely getting the super fight against Arundel.

     

    The phone’s ringing intensifies.

     

    “Mentor!” I shout.

     

    I turn on the light, grab my phone. I pick up. I’m so excited, I’m ready to jump out of bed. I pause, my foot hovering above the floor. I gulp.

     

    Excited words blast through the speakers of my phone but they just go in one ear and out the other. My eyes dance to and fro.

     

    Broken glass litters the floor, my closet is smashed into toothpicks, the remains of a fire still smoldering inside, the walls are painted with blood and a foot-sized hole in the door greets me with a sinister smile.

     

    “Thanks Mentor, you’re the best!” I say, putting my phone down.

     

    Two scenarios run through my mind. Either I’m really fighting Arundel next and my room is destroyed or I’m still sleeping.

     

    I laugh, turning off the lights and covering myself again with my blanket. “Me fighting Arundel? Hahaha. Of course I’m still sleeping.”

     

     

    Don’t miss GAMMA#855 Bolleke v Arundel. The two highest ranking middleweights in the MMATycoon world collide in a super fight for the ages!

    Watching Man Vs Bee right now on Netflix. I thought the concept of a man fighting off a flying bug sounded quite familiar. I wonder why?

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