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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #2F2F2F; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]OLD UP, HOLD UP WOAH! [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝FINALLY FAMOUS OVER EVERYTHING, THAT'S HOW I FEEL BITCH. THEY TRYING TO STOP MY SHINE, THEY YELLIN HIT THE KILL SWITCH. WRONG NIGGA TO DEAL WITH UNLESS YOU DOIN A DEAL WITH.❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; height: 550px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ Ironically enough Dominic was also back in New York for three days. Following the whole debacle of him and Schuyler getting arrested for “vandalization of public property and disturbing the peace” among other things, the production team of The Impossible Planet had ordered him to take a short break away from the set. During this time he was supposed to be clearing his head and getting his shit together so he could return working on the film “as soon as possible” and with “refreshed spirits and a rejuvenated state of mind.” Whatever. It was all bullshit. The whole point of him tagging buildings and popping off fireworks on Rodeo Drive was to refresh his spirits. The life of a production designer wasn’t easy, and lately he’d been hackled down with so much work that the stress had begun building upon him. Mikaela was always able to offer him some form of relief from the stressors of life and work, and as strange as it may have sounded it was nice to come home to her at the end of a long day. She’d agreed to puppy-sit Dominic’s new companion and watch the suite while Dom was working on the set. When he returned they’d often sit back and enjoy each other’s company, whether with a movie or a video game or even just enjoying a casual conversation. Dominic had also gotten into the habit of cooking dinner for her, even if he was tired. It was his way of paying his gratitude toward her for taking care of Reina while he was gone. Everything about their situation easily looked questionable to anyone on the outside, but Dominic knew none of it meant anything. There was nothing going on between them and they were just friends. Still sometimes he couldn’t help but wish that the excessive amount of time they spent together did mean something more. But not even Mikaela could give him relief from everything that bothered him. After all she herself was the source of one of his stresses. Dominic found himself needing a release from everything and there was no better way to let off some steam than to get into some sort of reckless (and potentially illegal) debauchery. It was almost just as good as having sex. In fact the two activities were probably equally gratifying to him. That was why he’d taken the production team’s words with a grain of salt. They had to be delusional if they thought he was just going to sit around on his ass in his time off. Far from it. There was a producer he’d been eager to work with for a long time now, and Dominic had gotten word that she’d be in New York for a brief period of time. Why not take advantage of his leave of absence to secure a position with another suitor? Made sense to him. So after leaving Mikaela in charge of Reina and the suite, Dominic hopped on a flight to New York. When he’d heard that Diz would be in the city too, Dominic sent him a message letting him know that he’d be popping up and suggesting that they should hang out. Two days later he’d received a call from the man asking Dom to come over. The two shared a turbulent companionship that was always up and down. Diz wasn’t always the best company to have around, and he seemed to get offended too easily by the things Dom did or said. Or at least that was his perspective. Somehow Dominic always seemed to forget that it was usually him that ended up starting trouble between the two. But that was just his nature. He was a blunt and sarcastic asshole who appeared to be drawn to confrontation, especially with other males. It was no wonder most of his friends were women. Well besides the obvious fact that he spent the majority of his time with them flirting and sleeping around. Or at least he used to. He didn’t have as much time for his womanizing activities these days, partially because of his dedication to the set and partially because he’d been spending more time with Mikaela. Dominic had been whooping ass and he’d practically left Diz in the dust in their first two rounds. But now the other male was quickly catching up. Dominic wasn’t the slightest bit crazy about Diz’s new technique. Dom himself was a wild card. He was all about stealth and offensive attack. He also used defense tactics, holding down and clearing a sector of enemies before advancing, though he wasn’t a huge fan. He was a hunter, a skilled run and gunner. He aggressively went after his foes and shot the shit out of them before they could get to him. Grenades, dodging behind vehicles and buildings, and the strategic planting of claymores were also his specialities. He was very heads on and assertive when it came to chasing down his opponents so it annoyed him to no greater end when he discovered that Diz was choosing to hide out and wait for his victims to come to him. “Aww, you mothafucka!” he exclaimed as Diz shot down his man, ending the match and making Diz the winner. Dominic shook his head as he waited for the next round to begin. “Whatever bro, I got your ass in the next game. You just got lucky.” Dominic reached for the can of Coke he’d placed on the floor near his feet and took a gulp. Replacing the can on the floor, he turned his attention back to the screen as the next round loaded. He knew good or bad fortune had nothing to do with his loss. Diz was a skilled player and whenever they went head to head, the stakes were always high. Dominic was just too sour to take his losses meekly sometimes. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:500px; background-image:url(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/229/9/3/Bokeh_Background_by_HeyStranger8.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:25px 25px 25px 25px; , border: solid #eeeeee 5px; width: 300px; height: 500;] [STYLE=color:FFCC00 ; font-size: 35px; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; width: 350px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 25px; letter-spacing:-5px;]WHAT YOU BOTHERIN' ME FOR? THERE'S A ROOM FULL OF NIGGAS ![/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i1235.photobucket.com/albums/ff430/lamchopp_/100x100-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; border: black solid 3px;] [/style] [STYLE=width: 400px; height: 250px; background: #c49ca9 url(http://i1235.photobucket.com/albums/ff430/lamchopp_/gif.gif); border: solid #000000 4px;] [/style] [STYLE=overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 14px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: #7A7A7A; line-height: 100%; background: #FFFFFF; opacity: 0.9; text-align: justify;]No matter how much time they spent apart, Diz never forgot what Dominic was like. He usually didn't know how to feel about him and didn't think of him often outside of the times when they did hang out. Their volatile dynamic wasn't all Dom's fault; it was both of their faults because the two men were stubborn and egotistical. It was no shock that the two clashed when almost every time they were drunk together and didn't get along when it came down to Mikaela. No matter how much Diz could hate women, Bianca, Mikaela, and Tasha were three whom he would protect no matter what, and he didn't feel right disrespecting them. The last thing Dom had said to him over a chatbox pissed him off, and maybe some of that anger was left over, but Diz wasn't about to bring that up. He was going to look like an ass if he did, mostly because men didn't play that confrontation game, not unless they wanted to fight it out. Diz could tell that his style was making Dom feel frustrated. Dom had Diz's original strategy: angry, at times tactless kills. He was aggressive but effective because of his speed. It worked if no one on the scene was sniping, but Diz's new technique was serving him well. Dom's team was kicking his team's ass, but Diz was still on the top of the charts as the best one-man killer. He was getting most of it off of Dom's reckless attitude. It seemed like Dom never learned his lesson, which made Diz laugh. Dom's comments in between the game made Diz realize that Dom was more of sore loser than he had even anticipated. "Nah, man. That wasn't luck -- just skill." He grinned at the guy, knowing that it was probably going to get a rise of out of him. It was fun for Diz to see Dom getting so worked up over a stupid video game. It was only the fifth round. They could probably go on for as long as possible; the two were almost perfectly aligned in their skill level with the game, not to mention their experience. Diz picked up his Coke can and finished the last three gulps before crushing it in his hand and throwing it onto the floor. He was hoping that none of the soda was going to spill onto his brand new carpet. He felt like he and his flat hadn't had time to bond with all of the touring he had been doing. It was his first time truly having a place he enjoyed. The glass windows were large and modern-looking. The condo looked bright and clean. The boxes were gone, but various gadgets lay across the floor. Diz didn't organize his little toys. Most people didn't know it, but Diz was technologically skilled and could jailbreak and hack any electronic device that a person could give him. He remembered jailbreaking each Apple product. He toyed with those objects in his free time, which was obvious with some of them sitting around with their parts missing or simply taken apart. The man turned his attention back to the game and grinned as he found a perfect spot to camp to snipe. "Be careful there, Dom!" He said, smiling as much as he could while concentrating so intently. He leaned in as if it could improve his performance. When Dom came in to kill one of Diz's teammates, he beat him to the punch and took a shot at Dom. "Got your ass!" Diz laughed, leaning back into the leather couch. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: auto; width: 100px; height: 60px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: black; line-height: 100%; background: light brown; opacity: 0.4; text-align: justify;] Template by sailor of BTN [/style]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #2F2F2F; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]OLD UP, HOLD UP WOAH! [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝FINALLY FAMOUS OVER EVERYTHING, THAT'S HOW I FEEL BITCH. THEY TRYING TO STOP MY SHINE, THEY YELLIN HIT THE KILL SWITCH. WRONG NIGGA TO DEAL WITH UNLESS YOU DOIN A DEAL WITH.❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; height: 550px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ Shooting the crap out of people was a great way to blow off some extra steam. People said violent video games were destructive to society when in truth they provided a good release from the stresses of the real world. Unfortunately you couldn’t really blow off much steam when you were constantly getting shot in the ass. Each time Diz sniped down Dominic’s man, the blood in his veins grew hotter and he could feel himself growing more frustrated. Frustration never did anything to help concentration and his mind was growing foggy with it, making him more reckless in his determination to redeem himself and get revenge on Diz. What made doing that even harder was that he was hidden in a position that gave him an excellent view of anyone who might dare to confront him so he could shoot them down before they could get to him. Dominic’s hotheaded attitude wouldn’t let Diz’s remark slide so easily and he sprung on it as soon as the words left the other male’s lips. “Whatever. That weak shit ain’t skill, that’s called punking out,” he scoffed. “If you really knew what you were doing you wouldn’t have to hide from everyone.” Sniping, camping, he could call it whatever he wanted to but it was all the same to Dominic. Hiding. That’s what he thought it was, and it was getting very annoying. Dominic maneuvered his avatar through the board to last location he’d seen Diz hiding out at...but he was gone. After shooting down a different player from the opposing team, he willed his man to go in search of more targets. The board map in the corner showed the location of more enemy targets and Dominic went in pursuit of them. The man’s brow furrowed when Diz voiced a warning. Be careful? What the hell he was talking about? He glanced at the board map only to find that the enemy dots were gone. The opposing team must have gotten their hands on one of the cloaking gadgets to hide their location. Great. Exactly what a camper needed. Dominic ignored Diz’s warning and continued to concentrate on hunting down his targets. Maybe he was just bluffing. He liked getting under his skin especially when it came to facing off against each other. “Ah! Gotcha,” Dominic murmured under his breath when he spotted an opponent. He moved in for the kill and then...he was dead. “Dude, what the fuck!?” he shouted over Diz’s laughter. Maybe it wasn’t as big of a deal as he was making it considering it was just a game and Dom’s team was still in the lead. But that didn’t matter. Diz had cheated his way to the top rank of one-man killer and the way he was playing you’d swear he was a noob. Besides there were other frustrations that were still wearing down on Dom’s consciousness somewhere deep inside and they were itching to break through the walls they’d been imprisoned in. But even if Dom didn’t have a lot on his mind like he did now, he still would’ve thrown a tantrum over something as stupid as this. It was just in his hotheaded nature. Dominic swiftly rose to his feet and threw the controller down on the floor, unintentionally knocking over his unfinished can of pop in the process but he didn’t care. Dominic ignored the pop that was seeping into the new carpet and glared down at Diz. Seeing the man sitting smugly in his seat with that stupid grin spread across his face only made Dom angrier. “No, fuck this man, this is bullshit! I’m not playing with you if you’re going to keep being a bitch and cheating!” he shouted. [/style]

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THERE'S A ROOM FULL OF NIGGAS ![/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i1235.photobucket.com/albums/ff430/lamchopp_/100x100-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; border: black solid 3px;] [/style] [STYLE=width: 400px; height: 250px; background: #c49ca9 url(http://i1235.photobucket.com/albums/ff430/lamchopp_/gif.gif); border: solid #000000 4px;] [/style] [STYLE=overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 14px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: #7A7A7A; line-height: 100%; background: #FFFFFF; opacity: 0.9; text-align: justify;]These two men were grown-ass people, but any video game could take them back to the fever anyone got when playing an intense game of Halo. Diz didn't think sniping would make Dom so angry, but he could tell with each comment that the guy was getting more upset than either of them had anticipated when they had decided to spend some time together while the two were in New York. Diz rose an eyebrow when Dom started yelling. Diz might as well have killed his family; the guy was completely flipping his shit over a video game. Diz also had a temper, but his mood allowed him to enjoy a good game of Halo. Obviously, the same couldn't be said for this hot-headed guy. Diz laughed nervously, wondering if Dom was going to calm down at all. "You won't learn your lesson," Diz told him, shaking his head with a grin on his face. Dom kept on running into the opening for kills and getting shot. He wouldn't stop, no matter how much Diz was sucking out of him. Diz could see all of the signs up an all-out tantrum. He had seen many children do it when his mother used to babysit, and Dom was demonstrating all of the predecessors to a fit. Diz didn't show any fear; he wasn't scared of Dom, but he knew that Dominic was very accustomed to people fearing his brute strength and thew. Diz was scared of almost nothing, so he held onto his remote and continued to play with a smile on his face. "Be careful or your team won't be in the lead anymore, man," Diz teased, actually getting up from his camping spot and moving around to make the game a little more interesting. Dom didn't seem to notice as he got up and threw down Diz's remote. "Man, what the fuck?" Diz yelled, suddenly standing up. The can of Coke was spilling onto his brand new carpet. Hardwood floors it is, he thought. "This is my fucking condo. Don't go around knocking shit around like that, asswipe!" he snapped, stomping over and picking up the can. He felt like he was arguing with a cousin or brother, not some grown-ass adult who was playing Halo as a casual act of friendship. Diz didn't mind confrontation because he wasn't afraid of it. Most confrontations were nothing to him. The only issues he had when he was forced to confront a situation were those of romance. Tasha's confrontations took him for a real ride. Otherwise, Diz's courageous attitude made him feel brave against the man who just turned into a petulant child before his eyes. “No, fuck this man, this is bullshit! I’m not playing with you if you’re going to keep being a bitch and cheating!” His stance told Diz he wanted to fight. His eyebrows knitted together in aggression as Diz began to sweat a bit. His adrenaline was up. "You wanna go?" he asked, taking a step closer to Dom. "It's a fucking game, Dominic," he said, getting in the guy's face. There was no way this guy was seriously going to flip out over a game. Diz thought he had temper issues; Dominic really was a special one. The anger that Diz felt from the comments Dom had made about Mikaela were also springing up with the rush of emotions Diz was feeling about this guy. Sometimes he honestly wondered why the two spent time together if Dom was such a fucking asshole about every little thing. Diz breathed heavily, feeling like the two were about to start a war over this stupid Halo game. They both seemed to know that it was much more than a game. It was about who was more honorable; Dom was accusing Diz of cheating. "Cheating and camping aren't synonymous. I'm in the fucking open right now, anyway," he said, holding a hand to the screen. The game was still running with a few moments left. Dom's team was still winning. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: auto; width: 100px; height: 60px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: black; line-height: 100%; background: light brown; opacity: 0.4; text-align: justify;] Template by sailor of BTN [/style]

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[DOMINIC KING BRADY]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #2F2F2F; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]OLD UP, HOLD UP WOAH! [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝FINALLY FAMOUS OVER EVERYTHING, THAT'S HOW I FEEL BITCH. THEY TRYING TO STOP MY SHINE, THEY YELLIN HIT THE KILL SWITCH. WRONG NIGGA TO DEAL WITH UNLESS YOU DOIN A DEAL WITH.❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; height: 550px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ “Whatever man, sit your ass down,” Dominic said coolly. Before Diz said anything Dom didn’t even notice that his pop was seeping into the carpeted floor. But why should he care? Any other time he might have felt bad for making a mess in someone else’s home, but Diz was being an ass and if anything the man deserved it. If he thought Dominic was going to apologize for the accident he was wrong. Dominic didn’t feel like he owed the man anything. Besides it was his fault they were in this situation. Diz was always so quick to come down on Dominic and call him an asshole, accusing him of this and that, but he never thought to take a step back and analyze himself. Who was being the ass now? Maybe if Diz wasn’t so keen on trying to humiliate him or piss him off then he may have reacted differently. Even that one time in the chatroom the other male had been trying to make him look bad. Butting his nose into business he knew nothing about. Instead of trying to step in between Dominic and Mikaela, Diz should have shut the hell up and minded his own business like everyone else had. Instead he’d chosen to console Mikaela as if Dominic was the bad guy who was making her life hell. Knowing that the two had history together was bad enough without having to deal with the realization that Miki, in so many ways, was rejecting Dominic. Everything about the entire situation pissed him off and singed him with a burning jealousy that he tried to ignore and shove to the back of his mind. Usually he was successful, but it was in times like this that those feelings surged back to the surface and fueled his anger. This was solely about Diz’s childish decision to play unfairly just for attention, but there was no doubt that past negativity was seeping in to play a minor role. Dominic tensed when he saw the other man move closer. “Diz, if you touch me see what happens,” he bristled. “I know what the fuck it is. Don’t get in my face talking shit. Get out of my space.” Having his personal space even slightly invaded by someone who was threatening to fight him was something that could never be received kindly. Who in their right mind would? It was a clear threat. Dominic scoffed and made a face. This guy had to be joked. How was camping no different from cheating? You didn’t do anything but sit around and take cheap shots at whoever ran by. While you’re teammates were taking risks by going out in the open to rack up the team’s kill score, you hid away safe and cozy in your hole without worrying about harm coming to you. It was the ultimate act of cowardice. “Yeah, now that I called you out on it!” Dominic retorted, his voice elevating several notches. “Cause you’re scared and you’re being a pussy!” He didn’t need to give any further inspection to what was going on on the screen because he didn’t care anymore. In light of the confrontation concerning Diz’s “cheating” everything else was pointless and irrelevant. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:500px; background-image:url(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/229/9/3/Bokeh_Background_by_HeyStranger8.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:25px 25px 25px 25px; , border: solid #eeeeee 5px; width: 300px; height: 500;] [STYLE=color:FFCC00 ; font-size: 35px; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; width: 350px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 25px; letter-spacing:-5px;]WHAT YOU BOTHERIN' ME FOR? THERE'S A ROOM FULL OF NIGGAS ![/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i1235.photobucket.com/albums/ff430/lamchopp_/100x100-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; border: black solid 3px;] [/style] [STYLE=width: 400px; height: 250px; background: #c49ca9 url(http://i1235.photobucket.com/albums/ff430/lamchopp_/gif.gif); border: solid #000000 4px;] [/style] [STYLE=overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 14px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: #7A7A7A; line-height: 100%; background: #FFFFFF; opacity: 0.9; text-align: justify;]Diz could just feel Dom's blood pressure rising. He felt some sort of pleasure when he realized how heated Dom was getting, that he could make the guy so damn angry. Diz was still angry, but a hint of a smile came over his face. "What are you gonna do, bitch?" he asked. The two could see that the situation was escalating. "Did you just call me a pussy?" Diz scoffed, still motioning toward the screen. He took another step closer, standing as close as he could to Dominic. "And what the fuck are you going to do if I decide to push you, huh?" Diz reached out two hands and pressed them against Dom's chest, barely shifting the man's weight. The purpose of it wasn't to get the guy on the ground, but to see what he was going to do when he saw that Diz wasn't afraid of him. Dom was just another bully, another man who thought he could scare people into submission. That wasn't the kind of person who Diz wasn't used to. He had known bullies for his entire life. He was a bully once, back when he had no other way of defending himself. Once he got into high school, he was the one being bullied. Now, Dom wasn't special. He was just another immature, overly competitive, egotistical ass. Diz wasn't afraid of that kind of person. No one could really hurt Diz; pain didn't occur to him as a threat. He welcomed it, relished in it. He had no issue with it, which was probably why he was alright with being violent when he needed to be. He never lost a fight from simply giving up. Sure, he had encountered men with greater strength than he, but never had be backed down from weakness. He never gave up, not until he was hospitalized. He narrowed his eyes at Dom, waiting for the man's reaction. Diz knew that this guy was a bomb just waiting to blow. Diz's excitement was fueled by his desire to completely pummel Dom's ass for being such an imbecile about the whole Mikaela ordeal. Sure, Diz was with Tasha now, but disrespecting one of the only girls who didn't deserve it was wrong in Diz's book. It was childish to fight over a game, but it was actually about bigger things than Halo and some girl. It was about who had more power and strength. Both of them were arrogant, so some days weer spent trying to prove themselves. It was how great men challenged themselves in Diz's eyes. They weer always setting the bar a little bit higher in every situation. Diz didn't strive to impress others; he was constantly striving to impress himself and make himself happy. He believed he had the right to be selfish. If proving to himself that he could beat down some bully in his house was going to please Diz, he didn'd give a damn about what Dom thought of it. He knew that Dom was a boxer and that the two would probably be going at it for a while, but that didn't concern him. His feet were firmly planted on the ground. He was ready for anything that was to be thrown at him.[/style] [STYLE=overflow: auto; width: 100px; height: 60px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: black; line-height: 100%; background: light brown; opacity: 0.4; text-align: justify;] Template by sailor of BTN [/style]

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TAGGED: DANI AS DOMINIC BRADY
WORDS: 544
NOTES: OH SHOOT.[/center]

[DOMINIC KING BRADY]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #2F2F2F; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]OLD UP, HOLD UP WOAH! [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝FINALLY FAMOUS OVER EVERYTHING, THAT'S HOW I FEEL BITCH. THEY TRYING TO STOP MY SHINE, THEY YELLIN HIT THE KILL SWITCH. WRONG NIGGA TO DEAL WITH UNLESS YOU DOIN A DEAL WITH.❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; height: 550px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ The insult was like acid raining down on Dominic’s ears. Sometimes he used the word when he wanted to emasculate or humiliate other men, especially when he was looking for trouble. Sometimes it was just a way for him to vent when he was going through one of his episodes. But when the tables turned and someone else called him a ‘bitch’ it always got under skin. There were too many negative emotions and bad memories attached to the word for him not to take it personally. Where anybody else could probably blow off the insult without a problem, hearing the word directed at him always put Dominic on edge and sometimes that single word alone was enough to make him go off. It was a reaction that was ingrained into his subconscious. The result of being constantly subjected to verbal and physical abuse as a child. Dominic’s jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed. “You’re not deaf. Did I fucking stutter?” he shot back at the man. Dominic was teetering on the edge of explosion and the final push that set him over the edge was when he felt Diz’s hands against his chest. The action was unexpected, but it wasn’t nearly forceful enough to knock Dominic off his balance. It was Diz’s way of riling him up even more and testing his boundaries to see how far he could push Dominic. If Diz wanted to see Dominic erupt then the maneuver worked. If there was one thing Dominic hated it was being touched especially in the wake of a brooding fight. As soon as he felt the contact against him Dominic’s right arm shot out in a quick jab aiming at Diz’s head. The blow could easily be deflected because anyone with sense would see it coming. So almost as soon as the attack was delivered, Dominic hunched down and directed a left uppercut at Diz’s ribcage. Both arms were raised and his shoulders were hunched up to make the muscles in his back bunch together and give him more guard. At one point in his high school career Dominic aspired to be a professional boxer. For him it was a great release and the perfect outlet for all of his pent up rage. Training in the fighting style also ensured him a layer of extra defense since he seemed to have a knack for getting into brawls with other men, which was evident since the time of his adolescence. Not only was he a hothead who liked to start shit for the thrill of it, but it also had a lot to do with his ego. Dominic didn’t care what other people thought about him but he always felt the need to prove something to himself. That he wasn’t weak, that he wasn’t incompetent and that he could take on anyone and anything. He walked around like he was the shit because he knew he was. But usually when someone walked around with that much of a bravado about them it meant that they had a lot to hide from the world and perhaps even themselves. Dominic was no exception. He had more than enough baggage to fuel the fire burning inside of him. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:500px; background-image:url(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/229/9/3/Bokeh_Background_by_HeyStranger8.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:25px 25px 25px 25px; , border: solid #eeeeee 5px; width: 300px; height: 500;] [STYLE=color:FFCC00 ; font-size: 35px; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; width: 350px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 25px; letter-spacing:-5px;]WHAT YOU BOTHERIN' ME FOR? THERE'S A ROOM FULL OF NIGGAS ![/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i1235.photobucket.com/albums/ff430/lamchopp_/100x100-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; border: black solid 3px;] [/style] [STYLE=width: 400px; height: 250px; background: #c49ca9 url(http://i1235.photobucket.com/albums/ff430/lamchopp_/gif.gif); border: solid #000000 4px;] [/style] [STYLE=overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 14px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: #7A7A7A; line-height: 100%; background: #FFFFFF; opacity: 0.9; text-align: justify;]Diz, like Dominic, knew pain. Diz did not fear much at all, and pain was one of the things that Diz could deal with. He had expected a reaction; he had even beckoned it, so when Dom threw the first punch, he caught the man's fist with his left hand. He didn't expect the second, though, and his stomach filled with regret as he felt a pain in his ribs. The air was knocked out of his lungs, causing him to stagger back to catch his breath. His hand was still tightly holding Dom's free hand. He considered kicking the guy in the groin for a moment, but only pussies did that, and Dominic was not about to get that satisfaction. Diz's face warped into an angry and focused being, someone who people only saw when he was completely livid. He was entertained, maybe, but he wasn't happy about being punched in his own home. Something about it seemed too personal and touchy. He promptly recoiled and grabbed Dom's forearm with his right hand. He twisted the man's arm as much as he could without breaking it. It was a risky estimate, but it was going to stall the man's hits. Diz didn't want this to get dangerous enough to send one of the two to the ER. He wasn't in a blind rage the way Dom was and considered telling the man to stop, but he knew that Dom was in the red zone. He wasn't going to back down until he got a few punches and felt satisfied with how much Diz was hurt. Diz could feel his anger because he had felt it himself before. He used to have his ass handed to him often in the ghetto. He had to deal with white kids treating him like a leper and black kids treating him like a punching bag. This was just another black guy who wanted to pummel Diz. His lip curled over his teeth in a vicious look, feeling like there had to be a winner, and it was going to be Diz. Diz quickly turned and lifted Dom onto his back, flipping him over completely and throwing him onto the floor beside the glass coffee table. He didn't want anyone dying or breaking his furniture as both were equally as terrible. He held his arms up in a defensive position, his stance guarded. He felt like talking shit, but the fight seemed like it spoke for itself. He looked at Dom with steely, hardened resolve. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: auto; width: 100px; height: 60px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: black; line-height: 100%; background: light brown; opacity: 0.4; text-align: justify;] Template by sailor of BTN [/style]

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TAGGED: DANI AS DOMINIC BRADY
WORDS: 421
NOTES: ACTION.[/center]

[DOMINIC KING BRADY]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #2F2F2F; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]OLD UP, HOLD UP WOAH! [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝FINALLY FAMOUS OVER EVERYTHING, THAT'S HOW I FEEL BITCH. THEY TRYING TO STOP MY SHINE, THEY YELLIN HIT THE KILL SWITCH. WRONG NIGGA TO DEAL WITH UNLESS YOU DOIN A DEAL WITH.❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; height: 550px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ Satisfaction washed over Dominic when he saw Diz’s face contort with anger. Exactly the kind of reaction he’d been digging for. Knowing that he’d gotten under the man’s skin and pissed him off thrilled Dominic. Dom didn’t know why but he enjoyed getting Diz worked up. He was like a little kid in that sense. In fact their relationship could have easily mirrored the love/hate relationship of a younger and older brother. They were capable of joking, laughing and getting along together just fine. But when they fought it could get ugly. Diz might push Dom’s buttons knowing that Dominic had a short fuse or Dominic might annoy the hell out of Diz just for the hell of it. Either way Dominic enjoyed getting a reaction out of the man. Whenever he was looking for a fight to blow off some steam, Diz was often the person Dominic turned to because it was so easy to take out his anger on him. Diz was never one to back down from anything and after everything was all said and done and they dusted themselves off, they were able to go back to being friends and laughing it off. Dominic gritted his teeth and grunted when his arm was being twisted. “Motherf..” The next thing he knew he was being lifted into the air, over Diz’s back. And then he was laying on his back next to the table. That didn’t help the situation at all. The only thing it did was make Dominic even more pissed. Whether or not he won a fight he always wanted to walk away feeling like he’d gotten his fair share of licks in and roughed up the other guy. He wasn’t stupid and he knew when the was right time to walk away, but before he did he would always keep going until he felt satisfied. Cuts, bruises and a little shed blood was no skin off his shoulder. War wounds was what they were to him and it was acceptable. Having his ass handed to him, however, was not acceptable. And he wasn’t about to lay there and let Diz have his sweet victory. The anger was searing hotly behind Dominic’s eyes right now and the only thing that was going through his mind was getting his payback. He wasn’t going to go out so easily, especially not when he was still riled up. Dominic grunted and slowly rolled onto his stomach so that he was now staring at Diz’s feet. His mind raced as he quickly assessed the situation. Without a doubt the other man was waiting for Dominic to recover, to get back on his feet so they could finish duking it out. So there was a very good chance Diz was ready for him. Too easy. Too predictable. Another low grunt came from Dominic’s mouth as he slowly positioned his hands under his shoulders, as if he were about to push himself back to his feet. But suddenly his right hand shot out and wrapped around Diz’s ankle. He swiftly pushed his torso higher off the floor while he jerked back his arm to yank Diz off his feet. His eyes glinted as that signature, arrogant Brady smirk slid across his face. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:500px; background-image:url(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/229/9/3/Bokeh_Background_by_HeyStranger8.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:25px 25px 25px 25px; , border: solid #eeeeee 5px; width: 300px; height: 500;] [STYLE=color:FFCC00 ; font-size: 35px; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; width: 350px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 25px; letter-spacing:-5px;]WHAT YOU BOTHERIN' ME FOR? THERE'S A ROOM FULL OF NIGGAS ![/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i1235.photobucket.com/albums/ff430/lamchopp_/100x100-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; border: black solid 3px;] [/style] [STYLE=width: 400px; height: 250px; background: #c49ca9 url(http://i1235.photobucket.com/albums/ff430/lamchopp_/gif.gif); border: solid #000000 4px;] [/style] [STYLE=overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 14px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: #7A7A7A; line-height: 100%; background: #FFFFFF; opacity: 0.9; text-align: justify;]Watching Dominic on the ground filled Diz with a disturbing amount of joy, one that was based on power and the joy of hurting someone else. Most people would be horrified at themselves, but Diz was used to this feeling. He felt entitled to it after all that he had been through as a child. He had always taken people's shit, even when he had the upper hand. He knew that he was smart, knew that he could manipulate combat to make it to victory. Most of those hadn't had brute strength, but Dom was certainly competition. Diz was confident that he would win, but he had to admit that he was feeling adequately intimidated by the man's stature and pure anger. It was clear that Dom wasn't going to give up, but neither was Diz. There was only one way it could end, and Diz knew that either one of them was going to get knocked out or it would be interrupted. There was on way that either of them was going to up and quit in the middle of a fight like this. It was too far; they were in too deep. Diz watched with anticipation beating in his chest as Dom began to get back up. A smile barely made its way across the man's lips before he found himself on the floor. He grunted in surprise and defiance, but he still found himself laid down, face-to-face with Dominic. His teeth were bared and a sound came from within his loins. This fight had become primitive. Before he could control himself or even asses what was happening, Diz found himself scrambling onto Dom's body. He threw a punch at the man's face, craving blood to spill onto his white carpet. It was all that he wanted to see. He wanted to relish in the irony. He threw a second punch, harder this time, still hoping to make Dom realize that there was no way Diz was about to back down, not when Dom was pulling his ankle like a pussy. He was punching the smirk off of Dom's face without mercy. This was the Diz that he truly did not like other people seeing. A third punch slammed against Dom's face, and that was when Diz felt exhausted. He slumped a bit before getting up slowly. He knew that the punches weren't his worst, that Dom was going to be alright after this. If he decided to hit Diz, he'd have to fight harder, but he was hoping that three punches in the jaw could get him to back off. He stepped to the side in one quick motion, making sure that he wasted no time with moving a few steps away from the man. He put a safe distance between their bodies and glanced down at the body on the floor.[/style] [STYLE=overflow: auto; width: 100px; height: 60px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: black; line-height: 100%; background: light brown; opacity: 0.4; text-align: justify;] Template by sailor of BTN [/style]

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TAGGED: DANI AS DOMINIC BRADY
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NOTES: ACTION.[/center]