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He held his own though he was a distracted racer and took 2nd! </b [link]
Fight Club in the URA's Pocahontas Derby GIII [link]
Featured is the URA Ghost horse, Major Tom [link]
Training image [link]
past races [link]
[link] [link]
He is a low litle L1 at the time
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"Oh my gosh what were we thinking Mark!"
The trainer looked at his employer and sighed. "maybe he'd be happy to be out at another race?" he guessed.
The girl sighed and watched the parade of Thoroughbreds being led to the gait. Some walked quietly, most pranced while one...very loudly colored colt was 'earning his stripes' at his impression of a mad tiger trapped in a crate and beefed up on anti love pills...
The poor lead pony beside Fight Club nickered nervously. It took all of Lance and the other rider's might to keep the Brindle race horse from breaking away.
Then they reached their next hurtle.. loading the gate..
It took most of the race track hands to get the colt into the gate and you know what that mean cuss did? He broke out the back end.
"You mother **** beep..***insert foul lango here...**** !" Lance roared as he managed to get the rearing colt back on all fours.
Heather covered her eyes and groaned. "This was a mistake.."
Mark nudged her elbow lightly. "Hey they got him in the gate..."
Heather uncovered her eyes and crossed her fingers. The colt seemed to be quieting down finally...
Lance got a good grip on the colt's reins and urged him into a spot right behind the front runners. The colt picked an even stride and pinned his ears flat to his head, nostrils flared and eyes glaring.
Heather cheered as the horses came into the home stretch. Fight Club gained speed and dashed for the leaders.
Her happiness turned into sheer embarrassment.. She sunk down in her seat, feeling some of the other horse owners' eyes upon her.. Fight Club was trying to take a chunk out of a black stallion in the middle of the race, more concerned with fighting than racing...
Oh my Fight Club.. they're gonna kick you off the track if you don't stop being a bully..
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refs romino4000, slime-stock, and *Chunga-Stock
Fight Club in the URA's Pocahontas Derby GIII [link]
Featured is the URA Ghost horse, Major Tom [link]
Training image [link]
past races [link]
[link] [link]
He is a low litle L1 at the time
____________________________________________
"Oh my gosh what were we thinking Mark!"
The trainer looked at his employer and sighed. "maybe he'd be happy to be out at another race?" he guessed.
The girl sighed and watched the parade of Thoroughbreds being led to the gait. Some walked quietly, most pranced while one...very loudly colored colt was 'earning his stripes' at his impression of a mad tiger trapped in a crate and beefed up on anti love pills...
The poor lead pony beside Fight Club nickered nervously. It took all of Lance and the other rider's might to keep the Brindle race horse from breaking away.
Then they reached their next hurtle.. loading the gate..
It took most of the race track hands to get the colt into the gate and you know what that mean cuss did? He broke out the back end.
"You mother **** beep..***insert foul lango here...**** !" Lance roared as he managed to get the rearing colt back on all fours.
Heather covered her eyes and groaned. "This was a mistake.."
Mark nudged her elbow lightly. "Hey they got him in the gate..."
Heather uncovered her eyes and crossed her fingers. The colt seemed to be quieting down finally...
Lance got a good grip on the colt's reins and urged him into a spot right behind the front runners. The colt picked an even stride and pinned his ears flat to his head, nostrils flared and eyes glaring.
Heather cheered as the horses came into the home stretch. Fight Club gained speed and dashed for the leaders.
Her happiness turned into sheer embarrassment.. She sunk down in her seat, feeling some of the other horse owners' eyes upon her.. Fight Club was trying to take a chunk out of a black stallion in the middle of the race, more concerned with fighting than racing...
Oh my Fight Club.. they're gonna kick you off the track if you don't stop being a bully..
___________
refs romino4000, slime-stock, and *Chunga-Stock
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your levels were drawn from 5 to 50. I'm just stupid, and cut and paste and don't even realize what I'm cutting and pasting. 