>>16802163Feeling intimidated by your massive frenchy girth, the Ursaring steps forward, as more purple bubbles pop out of his head. He pounds his fist together, pops his *own* bones, and lets out a growl, his sharp teeth grit and pointy.
"URRRSAAAAA!"
"Yeah, yeah...That's right, you WANT to be mad... Shape up or ship out baby bear, this is the BIG BOY'S LEAGUE, YOU AREN'T FIT FOR BIG BOY MATERIAL. You're just a wily hot-headed wannabe tough guy, I PROBABLY WON'T EVEN REMEMBER YOU ONCE THIS ADVENTURE'S OVER."
"RRIIIIIIIIIIIING!"
"Come get some, come get some if you think you can do it,
you faggot."
The last boundary now crossed, the bear recognizes your seriousness as a descent into the path of no return. He slowly approaches you, holds his fists up, and readies himself to deliver a gay boy pounding.
You are fucking wrestling an Ursaring. Was there truly any way for you to know that it would come to this when you woke up this morning?
>Objective: Wrestle with the Ursaring!A) Go for the low blow in his bear-balls.
B) Hit that fucker in the face, SAWK IT TO HIM.
C) Hit him in the ring, hit him in the ring!
