Slowly, but surely, the lights begin to fade for our little jobber... with no end to the torture in sight, his back bent beyond his limits and his consciousness fragilized by the sleeper, this might be the end of the match for Loserboy!
- "C'mon, Loserboy! C'mon. Just say it. Just say that you submit.", whispers Marty softly to Loserboy's ears, "You just don't stand a chance against me." |
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