The night was was quiet when we entered our battle that night my friends. So quiet that even in our neck of the woods we heard Lemon typing away on his Mac. Tat tat tat!! TAT TAT TAT!! Like wardrums we let it wash us in its ambiance as we entered the Unreal Tournament 3 Arena. The Players..quite a few..but as I was drinking sake I just remember..



The stench of blood was in the air as we went back and forth, like the ebb and flow of a mighty tide. Duels were won, yes Sadistic , you felt my power..and duels were lost..Ummm yeah I felt Sadistic's Rocket Launcher Domination ( cheap bastard ). Capture the Flags came and went. Losses and Wins were amassed at a blurring rate. The winners? Well, let's just say in UT3 we all are winners just for playing this futuric sport.


That and I couldn't begin to tally wins & losses as they were too plentiful for this humble narrator to keep track of.

Next up was Call of Duty 4. We will not speak of Call of Duty 4!!No..don't want to...*sigh*.. I digress, as your humble narrator I am forced to..EVERY SINGLE MATCH was won by this Devildog. EVERY ONE..and we played for hours!! Who is this Death Incarnate in Fatigues?? None other than..


Everytime I turned around..he was there. If I ran to higher ground..he was there. Even my samurai skills of blending in the dark failed me. It was like that with everybody. Like a thief in the night BrOnx was stealing the will of our Wolfpack. Damn you BrOnx..Damn you.

By the time that Warhawk, our last in our rotation of Death, came about...I, too distraught from a plethora of losses, drank more sake. More sake. More Sake..until I decided wisely to excuse myself from the last rotation. I didn't play Warhawk. I am ashamed. Forgive me fellow readers. But my courier pigeons brought me news of what transpired in Warhawk.

First of all not alot of people showed up.. >_>. A few gave paltry excuses the night before of why they couldn't show up. You know who you are. But the battle must go on. Bodies were crushed by Tanks, people were torch by flamethrowers, Warhawks screamed in the air with their mighty Deathscreams. And it was good. From what I hear it came down to two teams..from what I hear of those two teams it came down to two men left. Two men that had visions of glory burning in their eyes. It was time to fight to the death for what few men will ever earn. An entry into the Hall of Friday Night Fights Champions.

Did we finally break the Chain of Shipero the Killer's reign? Did we finally erase the memory of MrSadistic's Champion run? Will we find out just where king3vbo was instead of FnF? Through the use of modern technology I can show you the last battle....



And so the winner rose his head and walked in stride with past Legends of Friday Night Fights. Who was this Demon of the Underworld. This Kung Fu Fuckin' Master? None other than..


BrOnXbOmBr21!! ALL HAIL OUR NEW CHAMPION!!

Enjoy your Victory BrOnX..but know it will be short-lived. I'm coming for you..as our the usual suspects.







Wait!! Wait my fellow readers..I just received yet another message from my courier pigeon. Hmmm what's this? ...yes..now it makes sense. It seems I have found the true reason why king3vbo did not enter our Dojo of Doom tonight. Have a look.....