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Loserboy has been itching to try a Nerve Hold on someone. There at his feet lays EvilDark totally out of it. The chance of a life time and Loserboy isn’t going to waste it.
- "Let’s see now, I have to get this just right. First, the Body Scissors from the side, so you can’t squirm away. Now, I’ve got to hook your arm with mine. Last, but not least the Pec Claw. No wait! That’s not right. It’s supposed to be an Over-Hand Arm Bar, not an Arm Hook. OK. Now I’ve got it right. Yep! Just like the Pros. Now, let’s just see if this hold is as painful as it’s cracked up to be." | |
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Loserboy makes his final adjustments as EvilDark becomes fully aware of his dire predicament. - "So glad you could join the little painfest I planned for you, or perhaps you’re chicken, and want to tapout now? Maybe spare yourself the grief and the humiliation?” Through his torment EvilDark groans: - “Neverrrrrrrr! I won’t submit, you mangy punk!” Loserboy just viciously smiles, flexes his quads and works the Arm Bar to torque EvilDark's elbow: - ”Arrrrghhh! Noooo! Not the elbow! Come on, man! Gasp! Gasp!” moans EvilDark, as the shroud of torment wraps around him tighter, making his fight for every breath a losing battle. |
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Loserboy decides to turn up the heat. It’s time to try out the Nerve-Claw Combination. He drives his thumb as deep underneath EvilDark’s pec as he can. At the same time, he clamps his fingers onto the top of the pec, digging them deep into the muscle tissue. With premeditated brutality, he grinds and crushes the muscle and nerve between his finger tips and his thumb. - "Yaghhhhh!!!!" shrieks EvilDark as the jolt of deadly pain sizzles through his chest. His body bucks up off the mat with a will of its own. He has to escape, or he’ll be forced to submit. His body just can’t take much more of this punishment. |
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Loserboy is so intent on studying the reaction of EvilDark to his Pec Nerve-Claw combination that he grows careless. He is determined to take in every detail of his opponents relentless torment as he tortures a submission out of him. He leans in too close. | ||
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EvilDark reaches over and strikes out with his free hand. With the speed of a cobra, he lashes out to cruelly rake Loserboy’s eyes, temporarily blinding him. The sudden pain combined with the instinct to protect his eyes causes Loserboy to release the Arm Bar. - "My eyes, my eyes,I can’t see!", he howls in pain. With his released hand EvilDark strikes again with yet another vicious Eye Rake. The escalating pain level distracts Loserboy enough so that he releases the side applied Body Scissors. EvilDark escapes before he is forced to submit. Can Loserboy regroup before EvilDark launches his next attack? EvilDark starts talking trash as he tries to get inside Loserboy’s head: - "What’s your problem, Loserboy? Got something in your eye? Well, if you're going to cry, I guess I’ll just have to give you something to cry about! Ha! Ha! Ha! You didn’t really think you were going to get the best of me, did you? You wimpy chump!" | |
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Loserboy frantically struggles to wipe his eyes so he can see clearly enough to defend himself. He knows only too well that EvilDark will take advantage of his handicap. He also knows EvilDark is stalking him, like some starved predatory beast, circling for the kill. Loserboy gets as far as his knees in his urgent struggle to get on his feet. He knows EvilDark is out there preparing to attack, but his eyes are watering so badly he can’t see clearly. EvilDark gets behind Loserboy and attacks from the rear shouting. - ”Guess who?”, as he drives his fingers deep into Loserboy’s eye sockets twisting and gouging. |
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- "Naaaggghhhh!! Nooooo!" A deafening roar erupts from Loserboy’s lungs as he breaks free from EvilDark's Eye Gouge. This is the third straight shot at Loserboy’s eyes. EvilDark laughs at his opponents pain. He draws great sadistic pleasure from the grimaces of torment twisting and contorting Loserboy’s features. - "You’re way out of your league, dude. You really thought you could take me down? [Snicker] [Snicker]" |
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Loserboy whimpers,
- "I’ll get you for this if it’s the last thing I ever do! I’ll get you! You're a no good, low down, dirty rotten cheating #%&*@*%#! I’ll get you back for this, you hear me?" EvilDark circles around in front of the bleary eyed kneeling Loserboy. - "You and which army, boy?" he asks, as he steps up the attack. |
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Using his heavy biker boots, he stomps Loserboy square in the chest, driving him back down to the mat. - "Ooommpphhhhhhhh!" is forced out of Loserboy as EvilDarks boot connects with his sternum, crushing the air out of his lungs. Using his boots as weapons, EvilDark methodically begins to work over Loserboy as he continues the verbal barrage. - "You’re just so much dead meat, dude, and we both know it. It’s just a matter of how to carve you up." |
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