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The expression on EvilDark’s face is priceless. He didn’t expect Loserboy to intercept his attempted boot shot, or bring him to the mat with the single leg takedown. It’s all so sudden he isn’t able to suppress the anguished sound that escapes when Loserboy twists his leg, wrenching the knee on the way down. His knee sounds like someone is cracking their knuckles. Then the pain erupts and swallows him whole. He screams and claws mindlessly at the mat. Loserboy can’t resist the chance to taunt his opponent, - "Thanks for wearing these boots champ. They provide great leverage. Ha! Ha! Ha!" EvilDark groans out: - "Come on man, my knee! My knee! ----- Argggahahhh! You’re tearing up my knee!" - "No sweat buddy, I can fix that for you, pal." With that Loserboy drops EvilDark's leg and grabs the other, stepping over it, trapping the leg in a Leg Lever. |
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Loserboy begins to work the hold, systematically applying more and more pressure. The view is great, he can watch EvilDark’s face as it betrays the torment that Loserboy is inflicting upon him. - "How's the knee feeling? Match the other one yet? [Snicker] [Snicker] Maybe a little more pressure?" EvilDark groans from the pain, - "Nnnggggg!! No more! No more! I can’t take any more!" - "You know how to stop the pain: just say the magic words!" |
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Loserboy taunts as he continues to tighten the hold. EvilDark caves in, and threw up his hands in surrender. - "You win, Loserboy! I can’t take anymore, I Submit." Loserboy just gives him an evil smile and tightenes the screws even more. "OK! OK! ----- I Submit, Loserboy! Sir! Now, let go of my leg you miserable #*$#&%!!!" Smiling, Loserboy releases the leg hold and steps away. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now I ask you, is that any way to talk to an old friend?" EvilDark struggles to one knee, trying to overcome the pain in his abused legs. He thinks to himself, "Loserboy really has his act together today. He’s a real powerhouse of energy. Just what the Doctor ordered." He just starts softly chuckling at his own private joke when the sky falls in on him. His vision eruptes into a million brilliant pin points of blinding light. Then, everything goes black. |
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As EvilDark struggles to rise, he leaves himself wide open, and Loserboy seizes the opportunity. He just can’t pass up an opening like that. He grips EvilDark’s head forcing it down slightly so he can deliver a massive Elbow Drop to the base of EvilDark’s skull, a Brain Buster from hell...
BAM! The last thing EvilDark hears is Loserboy’s sarcastic comment, - "Sweet dreams, Sucker! Lights out time... Hey, this sounds like a ripe melon. Ha! Ha! Ha!" | ||
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EvilDark is out like a light, flattened on the mat, and worse of all, totally at Loserboy's mercy. Not a good place to be in a no mercy match, as he’s about to find out.
Loserboy ponders his opponent, laying helpless on the mat. He could be a good guy and give EvilDark a chance to come to, and get back on his feet... - "Naugh! No Way Man!" He still remembered the way EvilDark worked him over the last time they wrestled. This is his chance for payback. - “Yep-er man, time to even up an old score!” This is going to be pay back, big time. - “If you can’t kick the other guy around when he’s down, when can you?” This was after all a no mercy match, right? If Loserboy didn’t follow through with this, EvilDark would be disappointed in him as a wrestler. He couldn’t let that happen, now could he? Loserboy has to show EvilDark that he’s a worthy opponent. Besides,if the situation were reversed, he knows from painful experience just exactly what EvilDark would do. Time to follow through. The only real issue is, which sadistic hold should he slap on EvilDark while he’s out of it, and defenseless? |
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Loserboy decides to put his pythons to work against EvilDark. He props his unconscious opponent up so he can position himself behind EvilDark, and locks on a Rear Body Scissors. He flexes his quads and the big squeeze is on. As EvilDark comes to, he hears Loserboy taunting him. He flexes his legs and squeeeezeeeeeees for all he was worth, crushing the breath of life out of his groggy opponent.
- "Hey EvilDark, ever wonder what an orange feels like when it’s juiced? Well now you know!" |
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EvilDark struggles to awaken from a terrifying mightmare. He is ensnared in the coils of a giant snake that is ssssssssslowly ssssssssqueezing him to death. As he rouses himself, he realizes its much worse than any mere dream. Loserboy has him trapped in a Rear Body Scissors. EvilDark gasssssspsssssss in pain. He feels the very breath of life being crushed out of his tortured body! - "Well, EvilDark, have anything you want to say to me?" EvilDark shakes his head no, refusing to submit. - "OK then, lets just see how much you can take tough guy." With that Loserboy begins to grind his knees into EvilDark's rib cage with an alternating up and down action, while keeping up the big squeeze with his quads. EvilDark is booted up to the next pain level. He clutches his head in agony as the pain level sky rockets, he would scream, but he doesn’t have enough wind left to make any sound. If EvilDark doesn’t figure a way to escape soon he’s going to pass out. - "Whats wrong pal, cat got your tongue?" Loserboy torments him knowing full well EvilDark doesn’t have enough air to scream out a submission. |
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