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"Here they go again. I'm about ready to pass out, and these two
just keep holding back my arms and hammering my face and belly. This
is where the young punk whispered in my ear: 'We're just playing
with you, fat boy! We get off on beating up guys like you, and nobody
would dare to stop us.' What a sick little bastard!" |
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"By now, I can see the ref is useless, these cheaters have thrown the
rule book out the window, and my partner is afraid to rescue me. Just look
at my gut hanging there exposed like a punching bag, just begging to be
pounded yet again!" |
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"Like a blur, the kid rushes over and blasts me in the midsection,
for about the tenth time. At least they finally pinned me after this
and put me out of my misery, because I just couldn't take any more of these
rough tactics!" |