Dean springs upward onto his feet as the sound of the impact seemed to gave him more energy.
“There we go! Let him feel a little pain, Slow it down!” Rosario yelled and clapped from the outside. The white fur coat now draped on his shoulder as it was feeling hotter in the arena.
Dean recognized the older mans suggestions and went to try and sit The Butler up and to wrench his arm back behind his head to lock in a Barley Legal. Pain was what Dean wanted to deliver.
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