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Post by EmmaWoods007 on Aug 5, 2018 22:24:54 GMT
The ever so humble Feedback Thread in which youse can tell us all your thoughts, and we can nod sagely in reply.
*nod*
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Post by boobytrap on Aug 6, 2018 19:39:52 GMT
Great matches all around! Thank you to every one who worked on putting this together. Harley Jo and Mercy are both owed rematches now, are the seeds planted for a three way dance?
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Post by BigRep on Aug 8, 2018 9:58:57 GMT
Superb matches! I think one of the leggy ones from Leggs inc should teach Harriet Larkin a lesson on using her legs, instead of bringing down "reputation" on leggy fighters.
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Post by EmmaWoods007 on Aug 9, 2018 13:06:11 GMT
Thanking youse most kindly for the feedback guys, I can assure you that all of the writers much appreciate it.  |
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Post by kjcasey42 on Aug 10, 2018 14:29:57 GMT
The following video was posted to FAWN's YouTube page a few hours after Red, White, and Bruised went off the air:The camera opens on a dimly lit room. From what little we can see, the room looks to be in quite a state of disarray. Even though the lack of light makes it a little difficult, the more eagle-eyed FAWNatics might recognize the scene. And then, a low voice, conveying a barely contained rage can be heard off-camera. "Lady. Lydia. Lethbridge." And with that, Kanako Akiyama walks into the frame. KANAKO AKIYAMA  The Modern Day Ronin looks pretty rough. Her eyes are red and puffy, her mascara has run all down her face, and she is still shaking. Only slightly, yes, but she is still shaking. "I...fucking...hate you. I've never said that about another human being walking this Earth. But I fucking hate you. So...congratulations for that, I guess?" She licks her lips as she tries to keep herself calm enough to speak, but it is clear just from watching her that she's boiling over with anger. "What happened tonight...I was prepared for it to end that way...I thought I was...And you made a choice, Lethbridge. You made a choice..." She stops to take a deep breath, letting it out in a profound sigh before turning back to the camera, murder in her eyes. "This isn't over between us, Lethbridge. I told you back in June that this was just the beginning. Even if I had won tonight...I'm not done with you, you rotten whore. The way I see it now...we're tied up. I beat you twice in Bangor, and now you've beaten...you have two wins against me." She's quick to correct herself. Tonight might have been a definitive W for the British Blueblood, but there's no way in hell she was going to acknowledge the tainted win she got over her at Summer Swelter as Lydia beating her. "So," she finally continues after collecting herself once more, "here's how I see it. One more match. Don't get me wrong, I could keep beating the fuck out of you until we're in our goddamned eighties. But, for the sake of our careers, our health, our goddamned sanity...this has to be the last one. Otherwise, we'd keep escalating until we fucking kill each other. Literally kill each other. Right there in the middle of the fucking ring. So, if you've got the guts...Face me one more time, Lydia. I was woman enough to come onto your home turf, knowing I was at a distinct disadvantage, and I fought you. I took you to your fucking limit. And yeah, you beat me, but it was you that went to the ER tonight, not me. I was woman enough to do all that. What I wanna know is: Are you woman enough to do the same thing?" And with that, she reaches up to shut the camera off, and the screen goes black.
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