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EvilDark is fading fast. If he doesn’t make his move right now, he’s going down. No way he has enough strength to pry Loserboy’s legs apart. In desperation, he rallies what little energy he has left, and goes for a Toe Hold. He locks a death grip on the toes of Loserboy’s foot. With his left hand, he grips the large toe, and with his right hand he latches on to the other four toes, and starts to pull them apart.
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Not exactly a wrestling move sanctioned by the Olympic Wrestling Committee, but A-OK in their Lucha Libre, NHB Submission wrestling. Suddenly, the tables have turned. Now, it’s Loserboy whose in a world of hurt. Looking over EvilDark's shoulder, he gasps: - "Aaggghhh! My foot! My foot! What are you doing to my foot!" |
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As EvilDark works the toe hold, Loserboy’s screams keep getting louder and louder. Now it’s EvilDark's turn to dish out the pain. Loserboy looses the Body Scissors as EvilDark separates the toes to the verge of dislocation. - "Whats the problem Loserboy, can’t handle a little pain?" With that they brake and roll away from each other. | |
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Loserboy and EvilDark struggle to their feet simultaneously. With murder in their hearts and blood lust in their eyes, they circle each other. Raging testosterone levels are erasing any remnants of civilized sportsmanship; it’s do or die. They scrutinize each other intensely, seeking out any hint of weakness, any miscalculation or judgment error they can use against their opponent. EvilDark attacks, trying for a Shoulder Tackle to Loserboy’s abs. His heavy boots, again, slow him down by a fraction of a second. Just long enough for Loserboy to side step. |
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When EvilDark lowers his head and lunges forward, he finds himself intercepted by Loserboy’s knee driven deep into his gut! - ”Ooowwwfffff!” He grunts as he feels Loserboy’s Knee Lift spearing deep into his gut and lifting him up on his toes. His gut is on fire,his wind has been knocked out of him,and he’s fighting down the urge to puke up his guts. This is not one of the prouder moments in his wrestling career. EvilDark is doubled over desperate to suck in air, while he’s fighting the urge to up-chuck his breakfast. He hasn’t got a clue concerning the next surprise that Loserboy has in store for him. |
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Loserboy presses on with the attack: he’s softening up EvilDark for something extra special, so he has no intention of giving his opponent a breather. Clenching both his hands together in a Double Ax-Handle, he raises them above his head and slams them down dead center on EvilDarks spine. - ”Argggahahhhhh! ...” moans, EvilDark as he drops to the mat convulsing in desperate anguish. The demon gnawing at his guts joins forces with the shock wave from his spine; his eyes roll back in his head, and he’s down for the count. |
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