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Post by Chris Zion on Feb 14, 2010 9:36:34 GMT 9.5
In order to keep up with his brother Paul, Chirs had started training harder than he ever had in his life. It wasn't easy to try and keep pace with someone who had the strength of a demon, but if Chris trained hard enough, he figured he could keep up; at least enough so that if and when he and Paul had to fight, he would have the upper hand. But if he trained too much, he could do some serious damage to his body, so he decided to put his winnings to good use and take a vacation. He figured Italy was a good place to go.
Chris was sitting at one of those open air cafes, just sort of watching people as they passed. He was wearing his usual jeans, t-shirt, and of course, his cowboy hat. He was drinking wine from the bottle, with his boots up on the table he was sitting at. Maybe it was rude, but he didn't care. It was vacation, after all; and he had an image to protect. He was Chris "The Cowboy" Zion, MMA champion. He couldn't afford to be seen acting like someone with any sense of sophistication and refinement, even if he did appreciate a bottle of 1913 Pinot Noir..
The Cowboy raise dis bottle at someone passing by. "Howdy. Nice place you got here." |
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