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I find out where the next Gender Change Wrestling show is in New York and I sneak in a baseball bat or some manner of cudgel a day or two before the show, then hide it on the premises.
When I go to the event, I look for their devoted simp Bixenkike and wait for him to go take a piss.
Following him in, I bring out my club and crack him on the back of his skull. After he falls, I lay into him a few more times and then stomp hard on things that'll go crunch like his hands or ankles. Then hit the emergency exit.
With any luck, he'll suffer enormous trauma and his family will withhold financial support if he doesn't distance himself from wrestling.
