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”Your headscissiors may be unbreakable,” Jobber4bears concedes, ”but you aren’t the only one who can do that!” He takes a moment to change into blue and white speedos. ”This is my headscissoring gear!”
”You’re kidding...right? Oooo! I’m so scared.”
”You should be.” Jobber4bears pulls the larger guy down on the bed and throws his strong legs around his head, locking the ankles and beginning to squeeze.
”Ahhh! AAHHH!” HeadSqueezeKing is in real trouble.
”This is how you school him! THIS is how you school him!” And Jobber4bears ups the pressure, just crushing his opponent’s head.
”AGHH! STOP! My head’s about to explode!!”
”Give?”
”Yes! Yes!” HeadSqueezeKing signals with his hand. ”I give!” |
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 | Jobber4bears changes back into his black speedos while HeadSqueezeKing gets his breath back. ”I’ve had just about enough of your cockiness!” HeadSqueezeKing growls.
”My cockiness?” Jobber4bears grins. ”I thought we were just trading holds for the fun of it. Isn’t that what you said?”
”Yeah, well, maybe it’s time now for some real wrestling!” And HeadSqueezeKing leaps behind him and secures a tight sleeper with his huge arms. Jobber4bears struggles and struggles, but to no avail.
”Unh...unh...” he grunts, and begins to drift off. As his arms go limp, a mysterious smile crosses his face. Is he enjoying the power his larger opponent has over him, or does he have something in store for his friend?
Sensing that Jobber4bears is about to go out, HeadSqueezeKing releases the hold. |
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Thinking Jobber4bears is suffficiently weakened, HeadSqueezeKing sits up and turns his back for a moment. At which time Jobber4bears springs up and locks his strong arms around his head.
”You...you jerk!” HeadSqueezeKing sputters. ”You were faking!”
”If I hadn’t, you would have put me out,” Jobber4bears says. ”As it turns out, I may be putting you out instead.”
”No...please...can’t we talk about this?” HeadSqueezeKing begs.
”Nothing to talk about,” Jobber4bears says with a menacing grin. ”You either submit or go to sleep. End of discussion.” And he begins to tighten his arms, cutting off the blood flow to his opponent’s head.
”Okay...okay...” HeadSqueezeKing is about to pass out. ”Please stop...I’ll submit...” |
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 | Jobber4bears lets him go. HeadSqueezeKing takes a minute to rub his neck and get his bearings.
”OK, buddy,” HeadSqueezeKing says. ”Time for the heavy artillery!
He throws his big arm around his friend’s head, locks one arm between his big legs, and begins to crank on a controlling headlock. ”One of my signature holds. No one gets out of it. You should know. You’ve been in it many times before, and the result is always the same.”
Yeah, right.”
”There’s that cockiness again!” HeadSqueezeKing yells, pulling up with his arm and just grinding away on the head. ”What did I tell you about that?”
”Aahhh! AAAHHHHH!! Jobber4bears screams. ”I’m sorry! Okay! I give! I GIVE!!” |
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HeadSqueezeKing thinks Jobber4bears is going to apply a headlock too. But Jobber4bears has other ideas. He reaches up with both arms as if to go for the headlock, then pulls his opponent forward and throws his legs around him in a cross bodyscissors.
”What the...!” HeadSqueezeKing cries out in surprise. ”What are you...you can’t do that!”
”I believe I just did!” Jobber4bears says with confidence.
”You were supposed to get me in a headlock!” an angry HeadSqueezeKing complains.
”Yeah, well, I guess I changed my mind. Oops.” And positioning his legs across his friend’s ribs, he begins to apply tremendous pressure.
”UUnnhhhh!” HeadSqueezeKing grunts. He doesn’t have enough air to get the words out. He can hardly breathe.
Jobber4bears lets up just a little on the pressure. ”Did you say something?”
”I...I...give...” |
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