Part 2.2

[aphanon_dr]

W-whoops, sorry about that. Enjoy the second part of the.... second part! :D

Won't be around as often, so feel free to do your own comment spamming to spread out the heavy threads over several pages.

Comments

from: http://aphanon-meme.livejournal.com/30542.html?thread=289525838#t289525838

[attaturk]

[stands back to let Greece get to his feet on his own]

[his arm wavers halfway out... just in case you need to steady yourself]

[attaturk]

Sonuva--!!

[gets pulled back on to you]

[greciangod]

[feet goes flying the other way and pretty much lands on his ass with you in his lap]

...

...

...I'm certain this sport is your creation.

[attaturk]

[rolls off you]

Hell's that got to do with anything?!

[props himself up on an elbow and tries to pin you down with the other hand on your chest]

[greciangod]

[slaps the hand away with a glare]

Because it's absurd! This has nothing to do with sport!

[attaturk]

Think wrestlin' is absurd? It's a man's sport! Must mean you're not much of a man!!

[retracts his hand, but since you're not moving, slams it down on your opposite side and tries to swing a leg over your body to pin you down with his own]

[greciangod]

No, I think the oil is ab--

[shoves at you as the match apparently resumes]

Get off!

[attaturk]

[sits back to avoid the shoving]

Still on about the oil? What makes it fun!

[tries to get his hands on your hips and hold them down]

Not 'till I hear ya surrender!

[greciangod]

It's not fun if you have a bruised tailbone as I suspect I do...

[grabs your wrists, as well as he can]

And you should know better than to request that of me.

[holds your arms still and headbutts, slamming his forehead against your mouth]

1/2

[attaturk]

[starts to smirk, and just pushes down harder on your hips until he realizes what you're planning and then he can't struggle away--!!]

[attaturk]

[slumps, completely shocked and stunned, completely losing his grip, but he can't pull away]

[blinks at you]

[spits out a mouthful of blood]

[greciangod]

[smirks]

When you buy that new shirt for me, make sure it's white...

[attaturk]

S'don't mean ya've won...!!

[tries to tug his hands free so he can sit up]

S'cheatin'!

[greciangod]

Ah...?

[slight smile]

I wasn't aware there were specific rules...

[lets go of your wrists and pushes you off]

[attaturk]

[struggles to his feet, wiping at his mouth - it's not very effective, mixing with the oil and smearing all over his face]

S'wrestling! Hell d'ya expect?

[greciangod]

...

...

[shrugs]

I suppose I wasn't expecting anything...

[starts getting up as well]

You have... a little something... on your face.

[points]