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    L-Games Last Tournament (Paintball)

    Lara then tried another tactic, reverse psychology. She lowered her gun from Dana’s chest.

    Lara: Ok you got me honey, but if it makes you feel better to win…then go head and shoot.

    Lara saw Dana beginning to lower her gun also and she was smiling inside. Dana was so gullible and with a little sentiment she would cave easily.

    Dana: you right baby…

    Lara gripped her gun as she was about to raise it quickly again at Dana’s chest.

    Dana: I WANT TO WIN!

    And with those words, Dana quickly fired into Lara’s chest. Lara laid down with her mouth agape.

    Dana: Love you honey!

    Dana took off running towards her team.

    Kit: Ms. Chef, it’s time!

    Lara: I can’t believe…she just…how could she…

    Kit: Shoot your ass! I guess she’s not the gullible girl you thought she was.

    Lara still had her mouth wide open in shock and now also by Kit’s words for her.

    Kit winked at Lara and started chuckling as she stood her up and signal again at Angie.

    Angie: And there’s goes another princess sent back to the castle!

    The score now Princess 5 – Alphas 4

    Another thirty minutes passed.

    Dylan/ Gabby: Shit!

    Both women took each other out at the same time. They made their way out the ropes.

    Angelica: Down goes Frazier! And we have two more that will love to join the losers club!

    Dylan: Angie!

    Dylan was crossing her arms at Angie, giving her the upward brow.

    Angelica: Sorry auntie Dylan, it’s the adrenaline!

    Angie turned back to the game.

    Dylan: Little shit!

    The score now Princess 6 – Alphas 5

    Far away, nine women were left in the ropes running, trash talking and shooting at each other.

    Those women were Bette, Tina, Shane, Carmen, Alice, Tasha, Dana, Helena, and somewhere Jenny.
    Angelica was watching all the women act like crazy army rejects and couldn’t help but laugh at her parents and aunties, when suddenly she saw another group of women running toward the ropes.

    Angelica: (to herself) What in the world…who the hell is that?

    Suddenly she thought of something and immediately covered her mouth in shock.

    Angelica: (mumbling to herself) Freaking frack!! The second string players have risen ladies and gentlemen, this are to be good!

    Comments

    1. TN1,

      Wazz up wazz up!? LMFAO with this series of yours. Is it really the end of your Lword Tournament? Just keep it coming. Don’t stop. You can still try the other sports :) Please.

      Btw, it is not the fucking IC. It’s you TN1! Why did you let those crazy girls take over the game of our girls.Haha!

      Love you girl. Keep writing!

      Scribe

    2. TN1 continue with this story because it has
      many sports to explore.
      This story and very creative and very funny.
      We’ll have to do a campaign for
      ela.rsrsrsrsr you continue writing.
      I adore you!
      10 stars.

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