Incredible Michael Ventura

Trial won.

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Wallas managed to catch his balance at the last moment, narrowly avoiding a face-plant. But the heavy iron bar slipped from his grasp, landing directly on his foot with a sickening crunch. "Agh! Son of a bitch!" he howled, hopping up and down clutching his injured foot.

Maxwell hurled the useless gun at Michael in frustration but it bounced harmlessly off the pillar behind him. "Hold still so I can finish you!" he roared as he charged at Michael, throwing wild punches.

But Michael dodged nimbly from side to side, a smug smile on his face. "Is that the best you've got? My grandmother hits harder than you two combined."

Wallas limped over, still seething in pain. "I'll wipe that smirk off your face, Ventura." He swung clumsily at Michael, who easily stepped back out of reach.

"Give it up, boys. You were never a match for me," Michael taunted.

The brothers glared at each other, at a loss. "If that gun was loaded like you claimed, none of this would be happening!" Wallas snapped a