[url=http://orokos.com/roll/205612]M23 found its legs suddenly swept out from under it[/url], it's sensors tingling with information. Like a bolt from a clear sky, realization struck the machine.
"YES. M23 HAS NO DOUBT. OPPONENT'S GRIP IS THAT OF A [b]TRUE WRESTLER[/b]."
M23 rotated its torso to face the elf, its normally-soulless mechanical eyes bright with a hidden passion. It had not felt such a powerful grip upon its chassis in quite some time.
"WE FIGHT AS MEN.", M23 said as [url=http://orokos.com/roll/205615]it attempted to grab Wrasslin' and slam him into the ground[/url].

[[7(roll)*1(base)+4(strong)]-10(armor)=25 damage]