Chapter 184 Wrestling, With A Crazy Fetish:>Ep51

• As planned, I dragged Tyson down to the mat. Positioned myself where I needed and locked him up in my submission finisher. All of the fans were out of their seats. I could only hope those watching at home were doing the same. They were cheering me on. Begging, pleading, demanding, commanding that I win the match. A part of me felt bad they would all be let down in the next twenty seconds.
• I started counting down. Both Tyson and I selling the moment beautifully. I flexed my muscles and occasionally shifted my body to make it look like I was trying to tear Tyson's head off his shoulders. Tyson did the same thing from weeks ago: holding his breath and thrashing his free limbs about in every direction. I took the deepest breath possible and screamed defiantly throughout the remaining seconds of the hold.
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