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 | | He can see it in my eyes, and I can tell he is a little hesitant to get things going, so I start throwing fists deep into his lower belly; it is nice and soft and willing to receive punishment. |
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 | | He’s doubled over and probably wishing he had just finished me off in the first match and gone home. I grab his head, pull him closer so I can work that soft belly even harder. |
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 | | Keeping him double-over in pain and gasping for air, I secure his head under my massive arm and continue throwing fists into his gut weakening his core. |
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 | | And what do you do with a weakened opponent, you wrap your arms around him and squeeze whatever air that is left in him out, crushing his ribs, making him suffer. He can’t even ask for mercy. |
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 | I cant hear ya, boy. Are you trying to say you submit? Sorry Ward, I just cant hear ya.
I squeeze him until he no longer struggles, until he is limp, then let him drop to the mat. |
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