[ Don't be silly. They're artists, they don't throw broken walls at each other. Maybe some bottles or instruments. Come on. ]
[ He's a pretty spirited fighter, but in the end he's the (slightly) lighter, scrawnier of the two, so he ends up on the bottom soon enough. It doesn't count as a victory if you get it by sitting on your opponent, you damn fatass! -- and he's reaching out, trying to grab one of those chair pieces that should be on the floor nearby... but then everything pauses, and he blinks up at the guy staring down at him. He sure just stopped? Why would anyone be so unsettled by simple old (fake!)Italian? ]
[ He remains still for the moment, but he does grin widely again, the look in his eyes sharp. ]
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[ He's a pretty spirited fighter, but in the end he's the (slightly) lighter, scrawnier of the two, so he ends up on the bottom soon enough. It doesn't count as a victory if you get it by sitting on your opponent, you damn fatass! -- and he's reaching out, trying to grab one of those chair pieces that should be on the floor nearby... but then everything pauses, and he blinks up at the guy staring down at him. He sure just stopped? Why would anyone be so unsettled by simple old (fake!)Italian? ]
[ He remains still for the moment, but he does grin widely again, the look in his eyes sharp. ]
"Get your dick off of me", asshole.