Tomorrow, @High Noon, the swamp stops breathing. The air turns thick, the gators go quiet, and every eye is on the ring. Steel chairs glint in the sun, ready to split skulls and settle scores the old way—loud, bloody, and unforgiving.
#crackden #backwaters
Tomorrow, @High Noon, the swamp stops breathing. The air turns thick, the gators go quiet, and every eye is on the ring. Steel chairs glint in the sun, ready to split skulls and settle scores the old way—loud, bloody, and unforgiving.
#crackden #backwaters
🩸🩸This saturday @12pm slt🩸🩸
No gloves. No rules. Just fists wrapped in brass and blood hitting the dirt. The bayou turns savage when the sun’s at its peak. You’ll hear the crack before you see the fall. Come thirsty. Leave bruised.
#backwaters #secondlife #crackden #BayouBrawls
No gloves. No rules. Just fists wrapped in brass and blood hitting the dirt. The bayou turns savage when the sun’s at its peak. You’ll hear the crack before you see the fall. Come thirsty. Leave bruised.
#backwaters #secondlife #crackden #BayouBrawls