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... nd Pile Driver on Malthus.
I believe I hurt him with all that. I mean, his nose was broken, twisted—just like my body builder neighbor’s petite wife’s back when he died of a heart attack while having sex with her.
Nevertheless, Malthus was in his full form so he had healed himself up almost instantly.
But what made ground escape my feet—literally—was his fucking Spear.
This bastard... he also knew about WWE.
I could have never guessed that he was the third ...
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