"He" he scoffed. Wrasslin vaulted into the ring twirling his legs in the air like a helicopter, before throwing himself onto the canvas with a flashy pose to show off his stunning physique. Wrasslin crouched down and assumed a low stance with his legs bent almost to a squat with his elbows resting on his knees. His head was forward, facing his opponent. "I recognize your stance. Master liked to use it, but I never grew to fond of it." he said, circling around his opponent. 

In a quick motion, Wrasslin threw out his left hand, tapping M23 over the shoulder, before withdrawing his hand back to his body and jumping back. It was a feint.
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