Lying down, I watch you as you walk into the ring, you looked completely unaware of the smelly hell that I was about to put you through. When the cheering and jeers from the crowd finally come to a halt, I stand up and stretch, allowing my body odor to permeate the air, not to say that it already couldn't be smelled a mile away. I look at you, sizing you up before saying "huh, you actually look like you might be a bit of a challenge for me, tell you what, I'll let you have the first move, prove me right about you and you just might get a fair fight out of me, prove me wrong and I'll freeze you to the floor and gas you within an inch of your life."
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