Breyer Duke

Breyer Duke crashed to the floor stomach down a tight hand aorund his battered throat, coughing an gaging. He layed on the floor for a moment an then pressed himself to his hands an knees raises his other hand to the sherif in surrender. Unlike his brother and uncel he would not fight until he was beatin bloody an unconcious. He had more brains then that. "I forfeit!" Breyer said through a choked voice sitting back on his butt on the floor his chest heaving an a hand to to throat an the other to his ribs.

Breyer wasnt sure what the next round would bring if he could manage to take Rosco out, he considered the other contests. Min Duke, Brian Coltrane an the excon Riddick. In Breyers mind that was some thick carmel, an he wasnt looking forward to battling any of the others. But it wasnt in his Duke blood to give up, exspecially to the likes of the Hazzard County law. A smirk crossed his face barely visible under Roscos hand that pressed his head down. "You think you've got me dont ya old man...." Breyer said through the uncomfortable hold. Suddenly he tucked his knees under himself even though Rosco's knee dug into his back painfully, an like a spring he released his legs. Breyer bucked the sherif forward with all his strength throwing the older man off balance an at the same time twisting his arm out of the uncomfortable hold. He grabbed the sherif's arm and gave it a pull causing the unbalanced elder man to be pulled to the floor. As quickly as possible Breyer got to his feet and kicked Rosco in the side of the ribs, then backed away to allow him to get up off the floor....if he could. "Nice little song there Sherif...but I got one of my own." Breyer smirked. "Badboys, badboys whatcha gonna do, watcha gonna do when we get away from you." The young Duke laughed aloud at his own twist of lyrics but kept his eyes trained on the sherif.

Breyer layed helplessly pinned to the floor of the ring in the sherifs police hold, a hold that there werent many ways out of. He lifted his head as much as he could an tried to put up with his arm that was pinned under him. Then he began to think a moment, what would happen if he went on to the next round? Who would he fight? After all he had been talked into entering this contest, he was much of a fighter. He had always been known to his family as the lover not the fighter...unlike his sibling. Now the question was forfeit or battle to get outta the sherifs hold....

"Come on old man I dont wanna hurt you." Breyer began to cyrcle like the leader of a pack of wolves. "Forfeit while ya got the chance." Breyer. He continued his cyrcle around the sherif awaiting the mans move, unlike his wiz-ass brother he chose to wait an let his oppenet strike first. There was no hurry, he falt he had all night to wait.

"Alright Rosco you old hound dog. We havent got all day, step up here before I drag my own brother up here an give him a lickin." Another dark haired Duke had stepped into the ring to try his hand at a Coltrane. Breyer Duke stood in the center of the ring, sweat dripped down his face in nervousness, built heavy an shorter then Chet his twin brother. Chet stood by the ring giving his brother a cold glare whiler holding some ice to the back of his head from his own battle.