The League of Leagues

[PlayaHater]

Joey Karate

[Guest]

my man John "War" Miller (174925) - http://mmatycoon.com/fighterprofilemanager.php?FID=174925

I haven't tested him yet so i may replace him. Hope his hiddens are worthy xD

[Bravo]

Init Towinit Is ready..

[Guest]

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Sir Sperling Windsor

 

 

Brother of Prince William and Prince Harry, Sperling, had enough of the Royal family, and all its expectations. He preferred to get drunk at local pubs, hit on mildly attractive women, and throw down with anyone who had a problem with his ways. His father, Prince Charles, had enough of his shenanigans and had Sperling removed from the castle, and also removed from any documents linking him to the Windsor family. He now takes his anger with his father out on anyone placed in front of him. We managed to have a brief chat with the man they call Sperling...

 

Interviewer : Good day Sperling. Why did you decide to join LoL?

 

Sperling : Well, my friend, isn't it raaather obvious? I enjoy getting into a good old fashioned fight. Mano a mano is the only true way to test ones self.

 

Interviewer : As true a statement as any I suppose. Rumour has it you have no formal training in MMA. Why do you think you'll be able to compete at this level?

 

Sperling : Well, even though my name has been officially removed from all Royal documents, the blood of Kings flows through these veins, and I believe myself to be superior to all in any way possible.

 

Interviewer : Some would say that's a rather pompous statement.

 

Sperling : Well to those "some" I say this "prove me wrong!" I had a mildly successful career as a jouster, and I think we can both agree that is leagues harder then this MMA.

 

Interviewer : I'm not sure I can agree with that statement.

 

Sperling : That is mostly due to you being a common peasant. If you were Royalty, such as myself, you would never doubt yourself, or your abilities.

 

Interviewer : Well you certainly don't lack in confidence, and we'll see soon enough how that translates inside the cage. Any last words?

 

Sperling : Come at me, good sire!

 

Interviewer : Thanks for sitting down with us today Sterling, and good luck in the LoL!

[Guest]

Reporters: Mr Williams! Mr Williams! If we could just grab a quick word....

 

Jolon Williams: How's two? Piss off!

 

Reporters: But Mr Williams! What about the rumours that you have recently recruited another fighter into your stable, a man who according to sources, you plan to enter into the League of Leagues??

 

Jolon Williams: Again, two words! .... Barrabas Siladi! Serbian blood, LA bred. This guy is one of the most vicious men you'll ever meet. Mark my words. You'll be seeing his face again very soon. Now seriously, piss off. You're starting to annoy me.

 

Reporters: But Mr Williams!....

 

Barrabas Siladi: GRAAAAHHH! Jolon said piss off, ya mongrels! Scram!

 

Jolon Williams: Barrabas Siladi, ladies and gentlemen! Oh. I'd listen to him. He's liable to rip your limbs off. Seriously. Scram. Now. Scoot.

 

Reporters: ......

 

Jolon Williams: It's seriously good being me, sometimes.

[j666]

Brad Helix

[Guest]

Joshua Stevenson was replaced by Llib Notwal.

 

Also, updated the sheet with all confirmed fighters.

 

Please remember, 10th is the last date. Also, if youve either messaged me or posted your fighter here and he isn't updated on the sheet tell me.

 

Also, again, once you have posted your fighter or messaged me, they are considered confirmed. Please remember that.

 

On the subject of bio's etc, I only want people to do them because they make the whole tournament so much more fun! Awesome job so far guys!

[DavyJones]

Evander "Bad" Tripp (174968)

[Guest]

Brad Helix

 

Dude's a total scrub! Take a look at my roster and you'll see I know a scrub when I see one since my entire stable is scrubilious!

[j666]

Dude's a total scrub! Take a look at my roster and you'll see I know a scrub when I see one since my entire stable is scrubilious!

ur not helping...

[rjs2442]

Marcus “Loose Cannon” Behnder was born in Flin Flon, Manitoba to struggling Grain farmer John Behnder and his wife Mary. They were never what many would consider “well off” but they did make ends meet. During his adolescent years Marcus spent the majority of his spare time when not in school assisting on the family farm but even more so on the outdoor rink his father made for him every winter. During the summer months Marcus would spend time in the old barn where he had set up a make shift gym for himself. His father John was a former Junior hockey star in his hometown who was destined for greatness in the NHL when a freak farming accident ended his playing career far too soon. However as Marcus grew older his interest in hockey grew more prevalent which made John proud and gave him a chance to live vicariously through his son. Marcus loved the grace of skating and the thrill of scoring but the part of the game he loved most especially was the physical nature of the sport. Throwing a crushing body check and seeing his opponent crumple to the ice or squaring off at center ice to determine dominance is what fueled his desire to play the game. Let’s be honest, Marcus was never going to be a Superstar player but he had enough skills to play with the big boys.

 

As he moved on into high school he was drafted by the Brandon Wheat Kings not because of his on ice abilities with his stick, but because of his prowess when it was time to drop the gloves!! Every team has a need for an “Enforcer” to patrol the ice and protect each teams top players, and Marcus was especially good at it. But as his body grew and Marcus gained more and more strength he lost focus of what his job was and began to lose control at times and go over the top, no longer was he squaring off at center, now he was using anything he had in his arsenal, whether that be a two hander across an opponents neck, a skate blade on the face, a kick to the back of a leg or the most heinous and forbidden act in all of hockey, the hit from behind. These acts began to wear thin very quickly on his coaches, fans and most importantly his father who had always played by the “code of honor” and had held a great deal of respect for all players whether they be team mates or opponents. A 3 game suspension then became a 10 game suspension which then ultimately saw Marcus receive a lifetime ban from the WHL as his craziness simply was not tolerated in a league full of promising young high school kids who had their entire careers but more importantly their entire lives still ahead of them. Almost before it began his hockey career, like his father’s but for very different reasons seemed over.

 

Marcus was 19 and seemingly without a future, he began training MMA at a local gym which was little known at the time but becoming increasingly popular not only in Manitoba but around the world as fighting was what he loved to do the most, but it didn’t pay the bills. By now he was on his own as his parents had decided if he couldn’t respect the game or more importantly respect his own father after numerous talks to plead with him to tone his antics down went ignored then perhaps he needed a lesson in life, tough love many call it so he was sent packing. His training was going good and his coaches repeatedly told him how amazed they were with his learning abilities and progress. However training simple didn’t put food on his table or a roof over his head so he jumped at the chance presented to him the day he received a phone call from an old friend who had been working in of all places, Russia. The Russian KHL league was on the lookout for players and they paid very well as in their minds they wanted to compete with the NHL, most knew that was only a pipe dream but Marcus wanted a chance to redeem himself and get back into his father’s good books so he jumped at the chance, what he didn’t know or realize is that the KHL was becoming more well known for their crazy on his brawls then for their talent and abilities in actually playing the game. Marcus suited this style perfectly but as his past accomplishments had shown, they made for a very short stay because of his over the top decisions proved too dangerous not only for him but for all the other players in the league, and ultimately he gained himself another lifetime ban, like his WHL career, his KHL days were numbered seemingly before they even began! Marcus had honestly wanted to make a go of a career as a player not a fighter but the urge when on the ice was too overwhelming for him and he was unable to steer clear of the same outcomes that had plagued him previously.

 

Once again Marcus found himself without a future plan, and direction or goals as all previous ones had been shattered by his unstable and unbalanced abilities to discern right from wrong in what amounted to a “game” how would he keep himself on the straight and narrow in the real world. No longer was Marcus 19, now he was 24 and continuing his training in BJJ and wrestling as the most enjoyment he ever had in life was beating someone down until they cried for mercy and begged him to stop!! Marcus had begun to become acquainted with more and more influential members of the MMA community when a chance meeting with former Cab dispatcher turned fight manager Louie DePalma changed his life forever, or so we are lead to believe. Louie was thrilled with the heart and desire displayed by Marcus during their brief encounter and was hooked by his story, knowing full well the risk involved in taking on such a loose cannon, he believed he could reel him in and make his sad story into a worldwide success story!! Louie had heard of a tournament that was being run by MMA Mogul Shiv Hysteria and was confident, even in a short span of time he could round out his abilities and have him ready to begin competing against other virtual unknown amateurs for a chance at claiming bragging rights and a shit load of cash!!

[Guest]

Hokey Smeinen is not here to tell you his life story. Hokey Smeinen is not here to be your friend. Hokey Smeinen is here to beat you into a living death and claim the $2.5 million tycoonbux that is rightfully his. Let's not forget all those big bonuses that some scared managers put up in an attempt to make Hokey Smeinen happy. They worked...Hokey says he will destroy each of their fighters over the course of two minutes, rather than one. Many managers were said to be extremely grateful that their fighters would receive extra time on this Earth, as little as it may be.

[GripGambler]

Nyan "Nyan" Nyan ... deal with it.

 

 

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[Guest]

I want to introduce to you my fighter Murder Case

I saw this guy a month ago when I visited one of my friend in jail. When I enter the police station, I hear screaming of 5 people inside the jail. After few minutes some police went out and brought out 6 dead bodies! I cannot even tell what they look like because their faces will never be describe by anyone!! Then 4 police came out holding an inmate who has an eye of a beast! I saw his fists was wet with blood, also his t shirt and at that day, I said to myself, I found a monster that I can milk million of dollars!!

 

In the second time that I went in that jail, I decided to talk to the guy.

 

Me: Hey dude, I am Animal Trainer!

Case: (Just looking)

Me: I brought some food for you, here. ( I brought out the food).

Case: ( He snatch the food and eat)

Me: Uhm.. Can I ask a question?

Case: ( His left eyebrow goes up)

Me: Why are you here?

Case: I kill people!

Me: Ow. uhm. So your case is murder?

Case: (Nod)

Me: can I ask another question

Case: (nod)

Me: why do you kill humans

Case:I love doing it!

Me: ow. Whats your name by the way?

Case: I dont know. They call me Murder Case.

Me: Ow! Uhm. Can I ask another question?

Case: (nod)

Me: How many people have you killed already?

 

Case: ( His eyes get bigger) hmm. All the inmates that I meet when I first enter were already dead

Me: (shock) Are you joking? that is impossible!

Case: ( smile)

Me: I cant believe you! Your more than a million dollar!!

Me: I can brought you out here! But we need a deal.

Case: what?

Me: You need to continue destroying people!!

[Guest]

Nyan "Nyan" Nyan ... deal with it.

 

 

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[Guest]

風間キラー１

Directed by: ジョニータバレス [Johnny Tavares]

Executive Producer: 的ヒステリー [shiv Hysteria]

KOROSHIYA.KAZAMA.1

I'm in my car. I'm high on decongestants and I'm driving anywhere. I end up at a squalid little dive somewhere in Japan- maybe Tokyo, maybe Kobe. I'm not in a good place, judging by the hurried expressions on the local's faces. But I'm on a job, and no one beats Hunter K. Thompson on a job.

 

I almost don't get in the front door. Two heavily armed men in haute couture suits escort me to the back, and I think, this is it, I'm finally boned, kicked the bucket, done. Instead I am brought to the small room housing an old man wearing jinbei, somewhat similar to pajamas, with two pretty girls draped along his shoulders, though their elbows are rather pointy to be completely honest with you. I'd give them a 2 out of 10- would not pollinate. I would never tell this to their faces, because I value having a working man-area.

 

"I want to see the Rainmaker," I tell him. One of the girls whispers into his ear, and I hope she's the translator and not mocking me, though it's surely the latter. The old man nods, and from behind the sliding door walks out the man I have been looking for.

 

"You called for me?"

 

"I was told you were here."

 

"Well, yeah." The man is only 6'3 at most and looks somewhat shaggy, but he carries the air of the dominant person in the room. In decent, but heavily accented English, he says, "I was told YOU were here. What do you want?"

 

I look around the room. For a yakuza establishment, it's pretty homely. "State your name for the record, please."

 

"Kazama Akira."

 

"You work for the Yamaguchi-gumi yakuza group?"

 

"I don't work for it." He grins. "No one works for the ninkyō dantai."

 

"I don't write the questions, I just ask them. What do you know about the League of Leagues?"

 

"A lot of idiots. I'd like to tell them all, 'doka shinde kudasai'. So many... how do you say? Wankers."

 

"Why is that?"

 

He grins, and he looks me in the eye. For a brief moment, he and I, our lives overlap in the same way that strangers at the market do- grim anti-jokes, gritted teeth and cynicality not unseen before. Both of us would do anything to not be in this situation. For that, even though we had never met each other before, and the only way I'd see him again would be on the newsreels for some sort of crime, and the only way he'd see me again would be in a casket, we could respect our similar wants and needs.

 

"You have to be serious when administering pain. Violence is something that's gotta be sincere, man! I read up about these guys in the pools and they're all 'gangsters'-" he uses air quotes- "or 'convicted murderers' or some other shit. Bullshit! It's the only way to be considerate. When I fight, I mean it. For three rounds, I am killing out of love, not just for a paycheck."

 

He looks at my confused expression and his smile only widens. "It's been a while since I wanted to despair. Really. But these guys talking about how tough and scary they are, it makes me want to puke. But I think that is a culture thing. It can't be helped. Say I'm a delinquent, man, whatever. Look at my tattoos and think I'm a gangbanger, I don't care. There is no one left to kill me in Japan. I want to see what love from the rest of the world is like. Understand that. It's really nothing personal between you and I, by the way. It's just that..."

 

I open my mouth to say 'just that what?' but two pairs of hands grab me by the shoulders and drag me backwards. Something damp and cold presses against my mouth and nose and I begin to lose consciousness. Before the ether overtakes me, I can see Akira Kazama shaking his head, chuckling.

 

"Love really hurts."

okay, let me get back to writing NFC reviews.

[Kainlock]

http://www.mmatycoon.com/fighterprofilemanager.php?FID=175120

 

Had to make a new guy apperently checking doesn't cut easy and never gets injured = 16 day injurys and cuts easily hiddens.

[Duxwig]

wacky jacky chan has crawl from mom basement to enter ur stupid tournament. U all shit , wacky gonna go back to basement to talk to gf. she 1600x1200. u mad? u kno u jelly.

 

WACKY OUT.

[Goatacre]

Guten Abend. Ich, Herschel Perschbacher, ist jetzt angekommen, alle von Ihren Boden zu treten. Ich dürfte eine Pleite in der ultra-konkurrenzfähigen Welt von Ski-springen gewesen sein, aber Sie wünschen nicht, mit mir herumzufummeln, wenn es zu Kämpfen kommt.

[AlexiZaitev]

Guten Abend. Ich, Herschel Perschbacher, ist jetzt angekommen, alle von Ihren Boden zu treten. Ich dürfte eine Pleite in der ultra-konkurrenzfähigen Welt von Ski-springen gewesen sein, aber Sie wünschen nicht, mit mir herumzufummeln, wenn es zu Kämpfen kommt.

+1 for the German

[Goatacre]

+1 for the German

 

Vielen Dank, Frau.

[j666]

when do contracts go out? kinda sick of getting offers already lol

[Kronix]

when do contracts go out? kinda sick of getting offers already lol

 

That's because all the LOSERS get their last!

[Guest]

Interview with James J Jameson III

 

Interviewer and James J Jameson III sit outside on a perfectly manicured lawn in wrought iron chairs a small tale between them is set for tea. In the background a huge estate sprawls on the hillside.

 

Interviewer: Hello Mr. Jameson

 

JJJ: Hey no need to be so formal you can call me Mr. James J Jameson the Third

 

Interviewer: Uh, ok, so you've entered your hat into the LOL tournament

 

JJJ: Well actually I've entered myself, I doubt my hat could fight it's way out of a wet paper bag.

 

Interviewer: Uh, yeah. Do you actually have any MMA experience?

 

JJJ: Well of course I do. I watch a lot of it in TV.

 

Interviewer: I'm not sure that counts.

 

JJJ: Listen up buck-o. My Daddy has hired me a lot of coaches and I'm training like 15 minutes a day I'll be ready when the time comes.

 

Interviewer: Ok, so can you tell us a bit about yourself.

 

JJJ: Well I'm just an average guy. I spend my days flying around in my dads private jet and hitting all the hot spots, London, Tokyo, Madrid, Why just today I felt like Italian so I flew to Italy and had lunch in Rome.

 

Interviewer: I'm not sure that's how the average person spends their days.

 

JJJ: Don't be silly.

 

Interviewer: This is ridiculous. You haven't said one sensible thing since I got here. You're quite obviously going to get ripped apart in this tournament. Don't you realize that your going to be facing fighters managed by the best MMA fighters in the game today? You tell me your training 15 minutes a day? This whole fucking trip was a waste of time. (stands up and storms off mumbling things about god damn rich kids)

[Guest]

Benedikt "The Axe" Lomax

 

 

Yessuh