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[i]LeeRoy's preparation did not escape the watchful eye of Gonad. Once again Gonad would make no effort to defend himself. If anything he would allow LeeRoy a better shot, further lifting his right hand as LeeRoy launched his attack. The Spaceman's large fist would crash into the barbarian's ribs, cracking two of them and bruising the liver they sheltered. Any other man might have gone limp from such a liver shot, but Gonad's bodily control allowed him to freely regulate his blood pressure.

LeeRoy's clean shot would have a hefty price tag on it. Gonad would heave his grizzly bear weight along with the momentum of the strike whilst also seeking to slap an excruciatingly tight grip upon LeeRoy's left wrist before he could retract it from the blow, for the mighty right hand of Gonad would have been poised above the anticipated target.

When Gonad heaved his weight off of LeeRoy, he'd also twist sharply at the core like a discus thrower, intending to wrench his opponent through the air and into a tight arch by the left arm and right leg, effectively slinging him head and shoulders first into the floor with enough gusto to create a spiral webbing of cracks two feet in diameter along the hard tiles. It was almost like LeeRoy was a big Teddy bear that had been lying beneath a fiesty young lad in bed, who on a whim had vigorously rolled over and unceremoniously dragged his inanimate companion over his body, catapulting it onto the other side of the mattress. Not precisely as such, but such a comparison would be moderately astute. What kind of man could make effective a common childhood wrestling antic? One with the girth of a silverback gorilla, most likely.

This was the dismount. What would the scorecards read!?[/i]