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[i]Gonad had known the possibility of getting stabbed existed. That was why he felt it best to soften his opponent up before the suplex. It would be silly to try and pull a wrestling finisher on someone that had a sword near your back, but it was of little concern for a number of reasons. First and foremost were the headbutts. It would not just be a single one that Galliard had to worry about, but a total of four, each one virtually a knockout. Gonad's weapon was his very body, and Guzman was at the full mercy of it. Held in place and with nowhere for the energy to escape but into his skull, the King's brain would have probably been rattled into the night at the first impact, strength draining as the edges of unconsciousness seeped into his vision, black and red dots filling his sight and body feeling like it had become limp, hot jelly. Then three more of the same in short order. Even the ring of healing would be hard pressed to keep up, and without a doubt Galliard did not have seconds left for it to fully heal the damage done by even the first two blows. Of course it had not even been activated during the headbutts in the first place, so pretty much any chance of salvaging the situation was lost. The ring couldn't repair instant death, which a quarter ton suplex at the hands of the Lord of the Rising Sun embodied.
His ordeal wouldn't be a matter of stabbing Gonad in the back so much as it was to futilely stay awake. He probably wouldn't have the sense or strength left to even think about trying a stab.

Even if the Emperor had enough wit and vinegar left to try the stab, driving it into Gonad's back would be nearly impossible without the ability to move his bicep a single inch, and with the incredibly broad torso of the barbarian also cutting off a great deal of maneuverability with which to drive home his blade. Gonad was not just shorter but vastly more stout, built like a chimney. All the leverage that Galliard had would be purely from moving his forearm about the rounded bulk of that densely muscled back, which would be no easy thing to slip a blade through under such circumstances. If he had more time and less Gonad in his face, then things would be different. He'd be able to eventually work his gladius in with favorable circumstances, but these right now were anything but. It would be already awkward to get it past those slabs of firm meat and through the ribs all the way without having the added problem of being on the verge of passing out from multiple concussions. The moment he was out the blade would surely drop from from his hand, and then it would be suplex time. 

As for the ice ring against the head, Gonad had not at all intended for Galliard to have his left arm free. He'd have bear hugged it to his opponent's side during the chest bump.[/i]