Remember all those Mr. Perfect vignettes where he would do a bunch of things perfectly? They could easily have depicted him scoring three hat tricks on the hometown soccer club, and then cleaning house in the ensuing riot. A snapmare here, a standing dropkick there, and he's already getting in his car. Back to you, Gorilla. So let's use that visual for a moment. What if you Perfectplexxed (?) someone in the middle of a soccer riot? You get the facelock, grab the leg, cinch it in and lift away We break off now to point out that part of the Perfect Plex's charm as the perfect move from the perfect worker, was that it beat you by immobilizing rather than incapacitating. Sure, you ate a fisherman suplex, but what checkmated you was the pinning combination. It just screamed technical superiority for all to see. However, locking in a Perfect Plex actually cushions the neck somewhat and prevents the back from fully hitting the ground like a normal fisherman. Now, back to the scenario You've just flipped your opponent over and cinched in the finish now what? No matter how many times you count to three, all you're left with is a very conscious, very belligerent individual stuck in a semi-relaxed position, struggling free to the sound of "yeah, you better hold me, ^%$&*#" while you do a bridge. Who's really stuck in this picture?
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