Garrett Duke

Scoot, I don't know if you will be able to see this or not, but I have been wanting to write something, to express how I feel, but nothing seems to sound right. So I hope that by some chance, that you will be able to read what I am writing. . . I want to thank-you, Scoot, first of all, for your friendship. You were always there when I needed someone to talk to, ready to listen, to talk or to role play. You are a great friend and someone I was glad to call my friend. I really enjoyed the chats we have had with one another, whether it was the silly play chats or the serious chats...you seemed to bring a smile to my face when I was down about my writing or anything else. Thank-you for listening to me all the times I had complained about my writing and for all the help you have given me with my writing/ideas. I hope that made a little sense at least. Thank-you for being such a great friend...please don't give up on yourself...believe in yourself. Once again, you are in my prayers and in my thoughts.

"Yield to you?" I grunt as fighting with the pain that ripples through body to give a couple of weak kicks to Brian before fighting arms loose to grab a hold of the Coltrane's elbow that presses tightly against throat. Fighting with his strength as well as to breath, to slowly roll over, pinning Brian tightly to the floor with the tight hold of knees. Sending a few powerful punches to Brian's face and chest before sending a direct elbow quickly down into Brian's stomach. "As you said, you'll have to drag my unconscience body out of the ring, before I yield or surrender tot he likes of you." With that, sends a couple more heavy elbows across the face before yanking shirt off and throwing it out of the ring.

Raises eye brow at name being called before yanking the tight tank top off to display a muscular chest. Handing it thoughtfully to Kristy and stepping up the ring. I ain't afraid of you nor do I ever plan on forfetting or surrendering to the likes of you. Nor do you seem to really know who I am nor understand who I am for that matter. No one will be carrying my unconscience body out of no where. Obviously, you have me confused with someone else. As for the other Dukes behind me...they will just have to wait to find who they will fight. Time will tell... I am glad to hear that you don't plan on showing me any mercy, because I don't plan on show any to you either. You are like anyone else I have fought in my past, in Knoxville. So with all that said, let the fight behind...Let the best Duke...uh I mean the best man win.