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Deadman slips away from the move without any trouble. He moves switfly on top of Loserboy.
- "I will show you how real moves are done." |
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Sitting comfortably on Loserboy's back, Deadman pulls with all his might Loserboy's chin.
- "Now, who's in trouble?" Loserboy emits a muffled noise of pain: - "MMrrrrhh! MRRRRRRHHHHHH!" - "He, he, he, he, he. You are really a loserboy." |
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Deadman is eager to test how far his opponent can stretch, so he switches to a boston crab.
- "Mmmm.. Nice feet, I'd love to have a bite of this." - "No! NO! Anything but that! No! Don't!!" |
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- "Well in that case, I'll just have to twist them!"
Loserboy screams in pain as he a suffers a leg lock variant. - "ARRRRRGGGHH! NOOOOO! STOP! ARRGGGH!" |
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