Garrett Duke

"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.