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Post by kinglightskin on Mar 16, 2021 20:38:48 GMT -6
?: A championship belt? Someone’ll pay for that. Wyvern: Suck me off, mate.
A hard blow lands across Wyvern’s chin and he doubles over, upper body still suspended by the rope holding him back.
?: Your boy ain’t doing so hot. What are we gonna do about that exactly? Wyvern: Get bent.
Another hard shot sends a spray of blood out onto the cement floor in front of his wooden chair he remains bound to.
Wyvern: You’ll figure it out one way or another, won’t ya?
Through a shift to pitch black, we hear another hook.
Another.
Another.
Another.
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