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- Downstairs, the two businessmen squared off as they prepared for their own epic struggle.
- “You don’t want to do this,” Trump warned, although his body language said he’d fight whether Hermes stood or ran. “I’ve been in wrestling before. I was trained by the very best- the one and only X-Pac!”
- “Sorry, who?” Hermes asked, tightening his grip on the briefcase.
- “X-Pac!” he reiterated. “You know, the guy… that did the… he had that one move… look, it doesn’t matter! The point is, you had better kick out at two, because Trump is about to take you to suplex city!”
- “Do you even know what you’re saying?!”
- “RKO OUT OF NOWHERE!!!” Trump screamed as he dove for Hermes.
- (...)
- After three broken ribs and a broken nose, Trump finally fell. Hermes stood over him, holding his blood-soaked briefcase like a rectangular club, his breathing labored but triumphant.
- ***
- Round 3.5, FreestyleKneepad
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