Already on the verge of exhaustion, Loserboy struggles in vain to get out, but at each attempt, The Tycoon manages to lock on to a new special hold.
- "No.. no... Loserboy. You're not going anymore. I got this just for you: it's a nice reverse indian deathlock!"
Loserboy senses a burning ache crawl up for beneath.
- "Augh! My legs... My legs! Arggh!" |
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