[The Warehouse]:: Fight Dog RP ::

[Jackkdaw]

((XD Well it's like one to the dogs. They pretty much treat it like a stadium. Buahahaha))

   Manasa yapped and barked some more encouragement to the poodle. "Come on, Shadow! Don't lose to a terrier!" He howled, tail wagging wildly as the two fought. In the intensity of the moment, he didn't even notice the crazed cheering dog at his right who kept bumping into him in excitement. (Short. Blagh.)

[duna the killer]

Dakota toko a break from watching the fight to looking at the crazy Jack Russel who jumped like crazy, "Can you stop jumping?" He barked. The Jack Russel turned to him,
"What?"
"I said, Can you stop jumping?"
"WHAT?"
"I SAID, CAN YOU STOP JUMPING!?"
"Yes."
"Ok then."
Dakota turned back to the fight, just to catch Battery pin Shadow, but Shadow bared his teeth and raked his hind legs against the terrier's stomach. He howled encouragement to Shadow. Suddenly Shadow slipped out from under Battery's grip and bit his scruff, attempting to shake him like a rag doll. Dakota barked, "Yea! Go get 'em Shadow!" Shadow dropped Battery, and Battery howled before Shadow could launch another attack, "Yield! Yield!" Alot of the dogs went wild, but some shook their head, the ones who betted on Battery. The wolf dog walked into the ring and nuzzled Shadow on the shoulder, "Shadow Wins this round! Please claim your bets and place in bets for the next round: Daisy the Basenji versus Aspen the Australian Cattle dog. Betting for Round 2 ends in ten minutes."
Dakota scrambled through the crowd, searching for the Newfoundland. He found him, and barked, "Rabbit please." The Newfie nodded, nosing over the rabbit, "Battery tried though." Dakota nodded, "That was good fight." Dakota trotted over to the betting counter, where about 3 other dogs waited to place in bets and claim their reward. Once it was Dakota's turn he placed the mouse on the counter, "I want to bet for Aspen the Aussie Cattle Dog." The Irish Setter behind the counter nodded, and nosed him a ticket made from a hot-dog wrapper. Dakota took it and trotted back to his place with the rabbit and the ticket.

[Jackkdaw]

Manasa was standing on his hind toes, leaning on the wood fence in front of him on his forepaws in excitement. His tongue dangled from his grinning maw as Shadow pinned the smaller dog, who cried out the safe word. Realizing his bet was successful, the hybrid tossed his head back and let out some yelping howls of victory. "Yes!" He barked, placing his forepaws back on the concrete beneath him and bounding in joyous circles. Turning around, he shoved his way through the crowd of canines and trotted over to the betting counter, waiting impatiently in line to gather his winnings. After a few minutes of waiting, he got to the counter and put his forepaws back on top of it. "Hey there, sweetheart. I believe I've won some food." He raised his eyebrows, nudging his wrapper ticket towards the setter. She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, don't call me that, pal." She growled, leaning down to bring up two plump chicken carcasses, Manasa's winnings. She shoved the meat towards him and stood back. "Thanks, dollface." The coydog winked, grabbing the two large chickens in his jaws and pulling them off the counter to pad away, but halted before he was out of line. Turning back to the counter, he put both hens on it. "Actually, I think I'll make another bet. Put two chickens on the Aussie to win." He said confidently. The setter let out a groan of annoyance at the male, but pulled both carcasses back towards her and shoved him another garbage-made ticket. Manasa lightly grabbed the ticket between his teeth and winked once more at the female before padding off.

    "Wow!" Tyson exclaimed, bounding in circles with overwhelming excitement at the action in the ring. "Someday I'm gonna be a fighter dog, too." He murmured with a smirk, tail pumping wildly as the first round was dismissed.

[rainbow lion]

     Grinning, Turkey snatched up the other dog's bird. Now she would have a snake and a bird to eat, plus a squirrel! "Good game," the other dog growled in a angered tone. "As we agreed, winner takes all," Turkey replied. Her tail was wagging. Her voice was a little worn from all the barking but she was ready to use it again in the second fight.
     "I didn't bring anything else to bet with so I'll just watch now, " she spoke, her silver eyes gleaming. She liked the older female husky as a fried and considered her as one, even though she probably didn't think Turkey was.

[duna the killer]

Dakota safely nudged his rabbit under him. With so many hungry strays, it was not uncommon to get your winnings stolen. Hopefully Aspen would win, so he could get his mouse and maybe even more prey back. The Jack Russel terrier trotted up to him, "I placed my bets in. I hope the Basenji wins." "I don't. I betted for Aspen the cattle dog. I think he can win." The Jack Russel sat down, "By the way, my name Rusty." "I am Dakota." Rusty nodded, "I am guessing you have a family to feed? I do. That is why I am betting so much." Dakota shook his large head, "No, just my older sister and my baby brother." "Oh." Dakota lay down, placing his rabbit and ticket in front of him. He looked over at the stack of crates, where the wolf-dog sat, talking with Daisy the Basenji and Aspen the Aussie Cattle Dog. After a while of talking the two walked in seperate directions. Rusty snorted, who was watching him, "I would give every bit of food I have to see that wolf-dog fight." Dakota panted, "He must be fierce. No one ever challenged him."

[Jackkdaw]

Manasa trotted back over to the ring, his jaws almost stretched to their limit to hold both chickens. He let out a huff of relief to see Tyson padding around absent-mindedly. Trotting over to the boxer, he set down the chickens and placed a paw on them. "Good. Tyson, take one of the chickens." The hybrid ordered, nosing one limp body towards the panting boxer who bent down and snatched it up. "I know you're a bit of a push-over, but don't let anyone take that from you, got it?" He snapped, narrowing his eyes to express his seriousness. Tyson lowered his floppy triangular ears and slunk back a bit, chicken dangling from his wide jaws, and nodded reluctantly.

[sparticles]

((Whoop sorry I didn't post..))

Inca looked at the boxer who stood beside her and a smile grew across her face, the faes tail tapped against the ground as she introduced herself "I'm Inca, what's yours?" She questioned but her head soon whipped around as the fight started leaping to her paws in excitement as she watched to two canines battle it out. Taking part in the barking as her head peered over the wooden barrier her fangs bared as snarls escaped her maw. Once the fight was over she turned back to Tyson and nodded "Yeah I want to be a fighter some day.." She muttered looking into the blood stained ring. "Seems like an argument over there.." She muttered gesturing towards the akita and the doberman, an interested look on her face as she watched the two bicker.


Torretos ears perked as the judge announced the fight would begin, his tail wagged as he remained on his haunches. His eyes locked onto the fight as he watched the two canines battle it out, many canines in the building began to bark and snarl along with the fighting, his tail raised in a sort of aggressive way as he began snarling and slamming his paws against the barrier; he got quite aggressive when it came to the fights. A sudden shove pushed him left slightly and he whipped his head around spotting a male doberman shoving others around because Battery was beaten.
"Do you have to shove others around cause your poxy bet lost?!" He snapped shoving the canine back
"Yes! I do infact! What's it to you anyway, mutt!" The doberman snarled looking down his nose at the akita
"What's it to me? Well listen puke face, you shoved me alright and I'm quite sure you would have something to say if you were shoved." He snarled rage filling the black patched male
"Oh yea? I'll rip you to pieces!.." The doberman stuttered standing face to face with Torreto
"Yeah? Let's wait until we get out of here mutt! So they don't split it up, but I would love to see you whimper away like the low life pup you are!" He snarled now head to head with the canine as he urged forward his tail flicking in annoyance as he laughed in the dobermans face.
"Yea we'll see.." The doberman snarled backing away slightly
Letting out a grunt he remained in his dominant stance staring at the canine with rave becoming apparent on his face, his tail continuing to flick. Torreto then let out an echoing bark as the doberman lowered onto his haunches with a huffed look on his face. Rolling his eyes he turned to see the canine he had betted with "Was a good fight" he muttered "Guess I underestamated Shadow" he shrugged and passed the pitbull the sausage giving him a small nod then turning back towards the blood stained ring.


Katier watched the fight as the two canines lunged around the rig, mass ammounts of fur flying around. Her tail flicking in amusement as she watched the canines battle it out, a grin on her face "Oh the sight of canines being hurt." She chuckled to herself spotting a large kengal look at her and chuckle. Shrugging she focused back on the fight amusement being shown in her face and soon the fight was over. The poodle had won and she let out a huff shrugging she didn't bet on anyone anyway, lowering from the barrier she sat on her haunches and looked around many canines seeming to be furious.

[duna the killer]

Dakota licked his paw, and saw the wolf-dog shove his way through, until he was standing over Dakota. The Wolf-dog growled, "Your up next, against a border collie. Go find him and get ready." Dakota sat up, "Ok. Thanks." The judge turned, and made his way to the crates. A border collie, eh? Dakota didn't like those dogs. He began to stratigize. Bordercollies were sheep dogs, who nip heels to get their opponent or livestock moving. He would have to not move, to ruin the border collie's plans. He saw the collie in the distance, making bets with the Irish Setter. He studied the dog's posture and size. Smaller than him, and a narrower snout. Long legs.. Smaller ears. Dakota got the body in his mind, and licked his jaws.

[Jackkdaw]

Manasa scratched his ear with his hind paw, sitting back at his front spot just behind the barrier. He kept his chicken right in front of his forepaws, guarding it from any potential thieves. He shifted his weight from one forepaw to the other, waiting for the upcoming fight with great anticipation.

   Tyson, meanwhile, had slunk through the crowd, trying to relocate his coyote-dog friend after he lost him in the crowd. Manasa's second chicken he won from his last bet was locked firmly in the boxer's jaws, and he was determined to not let anyone shove him around for it this time, especially after Manasa's stern warning. The yearling kept his head low, flinching a bit as two loud talking dogs walked past him. Eyes focused on them, he payed little attention to where he was walking, until he walked head-on right into the chest of a huge Irish Wolfhound. "Watch it, kid!" The wolfhound snarled, curling his heavily furred muzzle in a snarl. "S-sorry." Tyson whimpered through his mouthful of feathers. "Sorry don't cut it. I ain't about to deal with being shoved around by a little runt like you." The much larger dog snapped, lowering his head. "I-It was an accident- I-"  "Yeah right! I've dealt with punks like you here before." The wolfhound interrupted, standing over the cowering boxer. "Know what, give me that chicken, there and we'll call it even, runt." The huge grey brute said through a cocky snarl. Tyson stared up at him with huge eyes, knowing he couldn't lose this food. "No! It's not mine! I can't give it to you." He protested with a hesitant whine, stepping backwards. The hound sneered. "We'll see about that." He growled, stepping towards him. With a terrifying bark, he shot his open jaws forward, latching his enormous teeth on the side of the chicken clenched between Tyson's jaws. The boxer glared at the hound in surprise and anger, tugging back on the meat in protest.

[sparticles]

Katiers head turned as the judge leapt from the crates "Another fight.." She muttered to herself padding around waiting impatiently. A young boxer caught her attention as she spotted a large wolfhound giving him trouble, snarling she slowly padded over and looked sternly at the larger dog snarling in his ear. Her tail flicked in annoyance although she didn't really like pups she hated seeing them being pushed around by larger dogs whom obviously are a lot stronger. Grunting she snapped beside its face "Give him the chicken and pick on someone your own size, mutt!" She snapped her gaze locked onto the grey hound as he tugged at the chicken her view on the small boxer who tried with all his might to keep his grip on the meat.


Torreto looked as the judge spoke to a rottweiller "Next fight." He smiled his tail wagging as he heard a voice muttering about him, his head whipping around spotting the doberman speaking to a whipped the words 'Dumb akita' caused his ears to burn. Snarling he lifted to his paws and walked towards the black and tan dog.
"Hey mutt! If you want to mutter about me do it now." He snapped standing infront of the black dog
"Oh if I had anything to say I would have bacon breath" the doberman added rolling his eyes
"Idiot!" He snapped lunging forward slightly "I just heard you runt" he added with a flick of his tail
"What the?." He muttered "Oh yeah I was on about you, brat" the doberman snapped
"Brat? Yea right mutt that all you could think of?"
"Yea!"
"Well why don't we settle this in the ring?" Torreto smirked walking towards the canine
"Cause I don't fight I watch and bet, and don't waste my time and unwanted pieces of crap!" The doberman snarled
"That's it! Just proves your a chicken and afraid to get your ass kicked" he snapped
Without thinking Torreto lunged forward and slammed into the black male causing him to stumble over and the whipped jumped out the way, slamming his paws onto the canine he looked into his eyes snarling saliva dripping from his muzzle onto the canine below him. "We'll settle this outside then, mutt. I'm not going to risk being thrown out the warehouse because of a worthless chicken like yourself!" He snapped pulling back from the canine and kicking his paws in his direction. Snarling he padded away not bothering to turn around and snap agan to be risking being thrown out. With a smirk on his face he waited for the next fight.


Inca realized the young boxer had padded away after being visited by the older dog, letting out a sigh she lifted to her paws and padded away from her spot. Many canines around her had begun to argue about bets or just arguing in general, some even begun to fight. A snarl escaped her maw as few dogs passed her and shoved her. The female rotties nails clipped against the hard ground but not being able to be heard from the lound barks of the canines, her tail flicked as she padded around the building.