Quote:Robbie winks and sets a pizza delivery bag down, delivering another Robbiebomb. He molds the play doh into a perfect model of Kim Jong-Un and squished it into NKWC's mouth.

NKWC leans back on the ground exhausted.... No energy in the tank...

Could his empire's reign be over...

The official drops down to count....

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Silence.

NKWC opens his eyes and stares up at his opponent.

The impressive sculpture approximation of the supreme leader slowly drips from inside mouth onto his chest.

For a moment, he says nothing. Perplexed.

A moment of realization.

A wide grin spreads across his face.

"You simple, fucking idiot."

"You forgot to pin me."

NKWC lies on the ground cackling, back flat on the concrete floor of the hallway this attack began in.

The official counts to 3...

Mentally... because of course no actual pin occurred.

NKWC starts making snow angels on the ground. Almost choking on how hard he is laughing.

Up to 10 now. Or rather, we would be if Robbie Bourbon hadn't forgotten how to end a wrestling contest.

"Oh my fucking Supreme Leader. What a joke you are!"

"You came here with one god-damned purpose and four notebooks full of childhood rhymes."

"You actually managed to corner me."

"And then you forget to fucking pin me."

For the first time in about 60 seconds, NKWC's shoulders lift off the ground, but only to hold his sides in full-on howling laughter.

He slides from his back onto his hip, beating the floor with the side of his fist, trying to regain his composure, amazed at the lack of intelligence demonstrated by Bourbon.

He rolls and crushes the play-doh sculpture underneath him, which only makes him laugh harder.

"YOU WERE TOO BUSY MAKING A GOD-DAMNED PLAY-DOH DOLL TO REMEMBER HOW PINNING WORKS!!!!!"

"FUCK!"

"I wrestled Tommy Wish before this!"

"TOMMY! WISH!"

"How are you the dumbest person to ever try for my belt?!?"

"You think 'English' is 'Legalese'..."

"You think the fact that you're too dense to understand a logic argument means you're winning aforementioned argument..."

"You put a p-sound in the word dreamt..."

"AND YOU FORGOT TO FUCKING PIN ME!!!!!!"

NKWC crawls up the wall from the floor, still guffawing. His eyes are full of tears of innocent, bemused glee.

From a feeling of outright mental superiority over his opponent in every conceivable way.

He works his way to his feet. As does the official, who awkwardly dusts off his shirt, pretending not to have dropped to one knee, to make a count which never came.

NKWC's laughter slows to a giggle...

Then a chortle...

Then a smile.

"Welp. This was fun. Let's end this."

NKWC reels back. HONORABLE WARRIOR'S BRASS KNUCKLE PUNCH!

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TO THE OFFICIAL!

The ref crumples into a heap.

NKWC runs down the hall to escape further attack, but even if Robbie catches him, there's no official to count!

And were there, would Robbie remember to FUCKING PIN HIS OPPONENT?!?!?