LUCK WAS CLOSING ON OSCAR. Without a clear way to escape Bart’s horns, he had no choice but to ride it out.
Shifting back to his human form was his last option. However, he would end up in his birthday suit then and would be flaunting his ass for everyone to see.
Oscar knew he wouldn’t die in that match, but then dealing with crushed bones didn’t sit well with him either. He tried wriggling out, but his belly was stuck. Even Bart was having a hard time breathing since Oscar was covering his face.
Bart walked near the fence, dragging Oscar with him. Without a clear vision, he circled around the ring in an attempt to take Oscar’s hands off. At this point, the match was starting to look like a circus.
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