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THE ROCK "IT DOESNT MATTER" WWF VINTAGE SHIRT SIZE SMALL

100% cotton. This is a warehouse find and i have purchased a large quanity of these wwf shirts. These are the shirts sold on WWF's website and at the WWF events in the late 1990's & early 2000's. These were only sold at the events and on the website for $25.00 they were not massed marketed thru chain stores. No dealers-wholesalers or licensee's beside the WWF itself were ever able to carry or sale these. The WWE has had to get rid of all there merchandise that contains the WWF logo on it due to the world wildlife fund courtcase. I have been able to obtain a large quanity of this type of merchandise. This shirt will be a very RARE and COLLECTIBLE item. The shirt is Brand New and never been worn. It is a licensed WWF product. Get this VERY Collectible WWF shirt before there all sold out as these shirts will never be made again. Trademarked in 1998 by World Wrestling Federation Entertainment.

Lowenstark’s Log: Final Entry, pt 2

This story begins two years ago today. I was a mercenary pilot for the Bedrock group, a nefarious bunch of soldiers of fortune. I was born and raised into their ranks, my parents having been notorious members. My entire life was centered around this culture, and for my entire life, 34 years of it, I went about doing evil deed after evil deed in the pocketbooks of the wealthy.

I cared, yes, I cared. I regretted it each and every time… but truth be told, I was merely to cowardly – too self motivated as well – to make the change. To stand up. All in all, I was a real shit bag.

Two years ago today, that changed. I was on a bombing run when my plane was shot from the air… blown completely apart, and I ejected from the craft…

My parachute, however, did not function. And I plummeted to the jungle floor of an island, thousands of feet below. I knew for a fact that I would be dead.

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Lazarus Lowenstark didn't have the time to give the instructions he wanted to to D, he only had time to act. The Shock-Glove trick worked once, but it hadn't floored her... in fact, he'd broken a finger in punching the thing, and had to put THAT on the back burner too. With a grunt, he vaulted out of the small area, intending to plant both feet into the things chest... he had to give D room to run. "No, you've made an engineering enemy!" He shouted as a somewhat nerdy battle cry!

Syl rolls up onto her feet as Laz jumps, catching him in-flight wtih the mass of her torso. She's heavy, but Laz isn't that much lighter, so she's slammed into thte wall behind her. However there's a slashing rake diagonally downward, her right to left, that if Laz doesn't do something clever will make good on her threat to cut someone in half today.

Darkness Odigaunt scooted around to the otherside of the platform thing, she was trying to get away, really, just too scared to figure out how to do that. Laz's retort brought her back out of the scared rabbit part of her mind she fumbled for her belltower key, "Come on! Let's go, Laz!"

Lazarus Lowenstark lands on his ass with a grunt, both feet landing WWE style, as intended. He barely spots the swipe coming his way, and manages a roll to the right quickly - but still, long cuts slash up the back of his T-shirt, and cut deep into the Carbon Nanofiber under armor beneath it. He winces in pain as two of the claws dug deep grooves up his back... Rolling to his knees, he glances sidelong to D, "A bit busy! I'll hold her! Call Elise!" Then he's lunging back in, trying to keep the thing's attention from D. With a flick of his wrist, he pops his one-shot instant flamer - a divice in a tube meant for stun value more than real damage. It creates a whooshing fireball in her direction, and he'll try to dive in with another shock glove shot afterwards.
Syl is whooshed, and her hair catches fire. That's about the extent of the damage it does her. Worse, it doesn't effect her vision much, and when Laz swings at her with that shock glove again, she's prepared for it, and blocks the swing with what would be a deflecting blow to the side. Would be, if she weren't trying to block the blow with the excruciatingly sharp blades.

Darkness Odigaunt pulls out her phone and rushes just inside the stairs where she can dial the phone. She rocks, couched down on her step, just hearing the fighting noises.

Lazarus Lowenstark can’t stop his momentum. He'd hoped her light suppressors would be a bit slower, and his hope was his downfall. His punch came in, and though he turned it off to the side, he screamed as five claws dug into his forearm - and jutted out of the other side. It was all he could do to rip his arm out of her impaled grip and not give her the pleasure of dismembering him, and throw a solid front kick toward her torso - more meant to shove him back than to knock her off balance. He needed distance at this point. He wondered absently why he'd chosen to leave his gun and sleeves at home... but really... he knew why.

Darkness Odigaunt squeezes her eyes shut as Elise picks up, she lists the situation as quickly as she could, as though that would make her come faster, "Belltower! Spikey and Laz!"

Syl draws her forearm up and blocks Laz's kick with more blades, lunging around it with a bladed hand toward his throat, the blades, incredibly, articulating back and way from the flesh. It's a grab maneuver.

Darkness Odigaunt screams through her sobbing, fortunately not seeing anything that's actually happening, "Yes! That one! Intruder, spikes, please please come!"

Lazarus Lowenstark figured this thing would do that, stab his foot. He HATED foot injuries too. So when the claws impale him through the foot, he'd already turned off the pain receptors in his nerve cluster... it was a tactical limitation, having limited pain, but at the moment it let him at least try to get an upper hand

Dan(Gus) rocking the Mysterio t-shirt