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If Eric Fury were any more solid heÂ’d have to be classified as a mineral. Spread out on the sofa, lazily sizing up BamBam, Eric looks like Adam spanning the Sistine Chapel ceiling, except that Adam could only dream of having a body like FuryÂ’s. Meanwhile, BamBam goes through the paces of a vigorous workoutÂ—stretches, warm-ups, even flipsÂ—trying to entice Eric to come after him on the mat. The lounging muscle god is not convinced that the eager BamBam is ready for the tons of whoopass those sumptuous biceps hold in store. Â”Bring it to the mat,Â” BamBam chimes, when Eric derisively calls him a clown. Â“YouÂ’re a joke, dude,Â” Fury taunts, but BamBam thinks Eric is muscle bound and useless, blown up like a MacyÂ’s parade balloon, all looks and no action.
BamBam starts singing another tune when Fury finally strides to the mat. In short order Eric thumps BamBam against the floor and hamstrings him in the worldÂ’s stiffest bodyscissors, combined with an armbar, which turns into a rear chinlock. Then he assaults BamBamÂ’s left leg, wringing the ankle for all itÂ’s worth. Deep, guttural, and hugely satisfying grunts and groans ensue. As Fury begins to tire, BamBam seeks an opening to even the score. He strikes EricÂ’s chest with an open palm and rolls him into a modified crab hold. But Fury is not so easily subdued. He strikes his opponentÂ’s crotch, growling, Â“Eat this, bitch!Â” The low blow only stokes BamBamÂ’s determination to make the cheater suffer, this time in a crushing bearhug that almost drains the man of his last ounce of fight. Â“Almost,Â” we said Â… so donÂ’t go cashing in your chips just yet! This fight is far from done, and itÂ’s not over till the victor vanquishes his opponent with a sleeperhold so strenuous and devastating you will be able to feel the final gag catching in your throat.
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