I used R.K.O, Attitude Adjustment and 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 testicle of Andre the giant.
However, not only he, I was also in my full form.
So my broken ribs and dislocated shoulders healed instantly as well.
After landing that spear, Malthus got up and rolled his shoulders.
"Alright.. not bad. But this move is only allowed while there are ropes. So this one doesn't count."
"As if I care."
Of course he doesn't care.
After the spear, I stood up.
