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<blockquote data-quote="Vigilance" data-source="post: 805492" data-attributes="member: 4275"><p>Max watched the two men fighting, then turned away in disgust. He could feel the eyes of those little Japanese twerps that ran these “qualifiers” on him as he walked over to his beat up truck, reached in through the passenger window, and pulled out a beer. Grinning at the closest one, Max stared right into his eyes as he opened the bottle with his teeth.</p><p></p><p>“Mr. Riggs, that might not be the best idea. You only get to attempt to qualify once.”</p><p></p><p>Max spit the cap out, taking a long drag off his beer. “What, you think I need to be sober to beat those guys?”</p><p></p><p>Suddenly the crowd split open, and one of the two men was on the ground. The other, the big bald <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> with the Nazi tattoos all over his chest was glaring at Max. “Don’t ever talk about me, hick.”</p><p></p><p>Max growled, veins standing out on his thick neck as he surged forward. The Japanese handlers were yelling. Max smashed the huge man right across the face with the bottle, ignoring the spray of beer and blood that showered him as he grabbed the biker’s crotch with one hand and his goatee with the other, upending him and piledriving him right into the pavement.</p><p></p><p>As the toughs who enforced the rules tried to drag him away, Max kicked the down biker with his steel-toe. “You listening you ignorant f***?!? Good. Don’t ever call me a hick!”</p><p></p><p>Max spit on the man and walked back toward his truck. The head handler ran over. “No weapons! No Weapons! That one doesn’t count!”</p><p></p><p>Max laughed, then frowned, seeing that the biker had made him waste his last beer. Taking out his pack of unfiltereds, he watched as the other toughs tried to get the biker to stand, without success.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, Max was on his feet, grabbing two of the onlookers and smashing their heads together. “All right then, who else’s sorry ass do I have to kick. Huh?”</p><p></p><p>One of the spectators had gone down, and Max drew back to kick him like he had the biker, when the handlers grabbed him again. “All right! All right! You win! You win!”</p><p></p><p>Max shrugged his shoulders, simultaneously dislodging the thugs.</p><p></p><p>“Whatever. Look, is there a secret handshake or something? I’m thirsty.”</p><p></p><p>One of the Japanese men, the one who spoke English, stepped forward and handed him a card. It had two numbers on it.</p><p></p><p>“What the hell is this, your phone number? I don’t want a date hop sing.”</p><p></p><p>“It is a time and a flight number. The next stage of the Hanmei takes place in Hong Kong.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Vigilance, post: 805492, member: 4275"] Max watched the two men fighting, then turned away in disgust. He could feel the eyes of those little Japanese twerps that ran these “qualifiers” on him as he walked over to his beat up truck, reached in through the passenger window, and pulled out a beer. Grinning at the closest one, Max stared right into his eyes as he opened the bottle with his teeth. “Mr. Riggs, that might not be the best idea. You only get to attempt to qualify once.” Max spit the cap out, taking a long drag off his beer. “What, you think I need to be sober to beat those guys?” Suddenly the crowd split open, and one of the two men was on the ground. The other, the big bald :):):):):):):) with the Nazi tattoos all over his chest was glaring at Max. “Don’t ever talk about me, hick.” Max growled, veins standing out on his thick neck as he surged forward. The Japanese handlers were yelling. Max smashed the huge man right across the face with the bottle, ignoring the spray of beer and blood that showered him as he grabbed the biker’s crotch with one hand and his goatee with the other, upending him and piledriving him right into the pavement. As the toughs who enforced the rules tried to drag him away, Max kicked the down biker with his steel-toe. “You listening you ignorant f***?!? Good. Don’t ever call me a hick!” Max spit on the man and walked back toward his truck. The head handler ran over. “No weapons! No Weapons! That one doesn’t count!” Max laughed, then frowned, seeing that the biker had made him waste his last beer. Taking out his pack of unfiltereds, he watched as the other toughs tried to get the biker to stand, without success. Suddenly, Max was on his feet, grabbing two of the onlookers and smashing their heads together. “All right then, who else’s sorry ass do I have to kick. Huh?” One of the spectators had gone down, and Max drew back to kick him like he had the biker, when the handlers grabbed him again. “All right! All right! You win! You win!” Max shrugged his shoulders, simultaneously dislodging the thugs. “Whatever. Look, is there a secret handshake or something? I’m thirsty.” One of the Japanese men, the one who spoke English, stepped forward and handed him a card. It had two numbers on it. “What the hell is this, your phone number? I don’t want a date hop sing.” “It is a time and a flight number. The next stage of the Hanmei takes place in Hong Kong. [/QUOTE]
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