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Ricky was struggling to get himself free. Being a Luchadore, he must have had it easy, fighting so few as skilled as Chase. He wrapped his legs around his opponent, feeling his ankles meeting as he wrapped around with his legs, his hands moving down to the floor, trying to lift himself up a bit, just near where chase was above the luchadore, his arms being the key to the strange technique he planned to use. He began to shout loudly, elbows bending before a hard push into the ground, trying to get himself going upwards, so he could headbutt chase, and get the fighter onto his back so he could climb off, and end the ground confrontation.

Of course, this sparring variation wouldn't have the head butt, just most of his energy going into his arms for the push. If possible, he'd maneuver himself so he could get his opponent's head between his thighs for the drop onto his back.

"To look stupid, or not to look stupid…" He mumbled, as his muscles strained slightly, his hands blasting into the floor, trying to move up a little, almost moving his head back and into chase's face for the original version, before shifting himself and expecting to see his legs rise just enough for his legs to connect and restrain. Strange, yet realistic techniques like this were his trade, whether it was just for show, or if he was using such a thing in a real fight.

The only thing on his mind at the moment was the finisher he planned on using...