"Okay, Paul. Round two of Family Feud." Marshall said. He and Paul were sitting across from one another at Paul's table.
"I'm ready, baby!" Paul yelled.
Paul put his left elbow on the table and Marshall put his right elbow on it. The two clasped their hands and began arm wrestling. The finely toned muscles in both men's arms began to bulge. Their faces began to flush red because they were both straining so hard. Paul started to get a little bit of a lead, but Marshall grunted and pushed harder. Little by little, Marshall got Paul's arm lower and lower with each second.
"Christ, Marsh, you been working out?" Paul grunted. He tried harder, but his efforts were futile. He was too drained and Marshal slammed Paul's hand down on the table.
"Whew. You put up quite a fight, Paul." Marshal panted. "Now it's their turn."
Paul and Marshal got up and Danny and Forest took their places. They put their elbows on the table and locked arms. Forest started to win almost immediately, but Danny looked him in the eye. It made Forest uneasy enough to loose his concentration and Danny picked up an easy win.
"That wasn't fair!" Forest whined. "She made me nervous!"
"I don't remember anything in the rule book about looking someone in the eye." Paul said. "In fact, I thought mind games were welcome in arm wrestling. In any case, the two winners are up. It's Danny vs. Marshall for the event victory."
"Alright, babe. Just you and me now." Marshall taunted after he took Forest's seat.
"Don't call me babe." Danny warned.
"Ooh, I'm really scared." Marshall jeered.
"Enough!" Paul shouted. "On three, ready? One…two…three!"
In quite possibly the most embarrassing moment of Marshall's life, Danny grabbed his hand and slammed it to the table before he could even think.
"Phoenixes win." Danny said with a cocky smile.