Post by "Venom" Xavier Lux on Oct 7, 2023 22:35:37 GMT -5
The scene opens at night, we’re atop a hill which is overlooking a small town about an hour away from Orlando, Florida. Xavier Lux is dressed all in black, laying on his stomach, holding a pair of binoculars as he looks through them, focused on one of the businesses in the town below: an old autobody shop. He flips over and sits up, putting the binoculars aside and then dusting himself off a bit.
Yup, that’s the shop Pete told me to come by, and be prepared for anything, but it looks abandoned… Not a soul in site.
Xavier stands up and then notices the drone that always follows him around, filming all his life’s happenings.
You are all probably wondering what the hell am I doing over here instead of being some where near the arena or doing something in preparation for this big battle royal that is taking place in a couple of days. Well, the answer to that is, my friend and your world champion Peter Vaughn said he left me something inside of the shop that would help me in preparing for this match… Now I’m not one to need help from anyone to win a match, but since Pete is my fellow Exile homie, I thought I would indulge him… Plus he promised me it would be ‘fun’, so here we are. He did warn me that what he left for me will be heavily guarded, and I should get ‘quite the workout’ but again, this place looks deserted… Anyway, I’ll go check it out, but before I go let me just say this… As I was thinking about this match, something stuck out: that this match is being called a “Last Chance” battle royal. You see, for yours truly, that is exactly what this is… But I’m not talking about just for a chance to get into the Cannabis Cup tournament… But a last chance period to do something that matters before I retire… I was having the greatest of years in IIW and then it closed abruptly, and while it doesn’t void everything that I’ve done up to now, it does leave a hole… I need to fill that void by IIW and FTW, Full Throttle Wrestling, the promotion I officially signed for, may or may not fill that hole, but you know what will? Outlasting each and every one of those wrestlers in this match plus everyone already in the actual tournament… and yeah I know that both include some friends and some foes, but none of that matters… I can’t, I won’t let that stop me. If this is my last ride, I’ll be damned if I don’t make it a good one.
He grabs the binoculars and puts them inside his backpack and then throws it over his shoulder before heading down the hill. After a few minutes, he is slowly walking along the walls of the pharmacy across the shop. As he reaches the corner, he looks both ways, and once he is sure no one is around, he runs across the street and reaches the fence of the body shop. He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a set of wire cutters, which he uses to cut the chain holding the two fence doors together. He opens one of them quietly and then heads inside, and as soon as he does he hears the sounds of dogs barking so he quickly hightails it, jumping on top of a dumpster, but the plastic doors of it collapse under his weight and he falls inside. Two black Doberman dogs appear from the darkness, look around, and when they notice the gate open, they rush out, taking the opportunity for a night in the town. Xavier pops up, covered in car parts and then notices the dogs running out.
Dogs will be dogs I guess.
He climbs out of the dumpster, making too much damn noise but it’s clear to him that no one is here and if the dogs were Pete’s idea of ‘heavily guarding’ something, then that clearly backfired. Still he inches himself close to a window and then takes a peek inside the shop, only a few lights are on here and there, but once again, nobody is in sight. He walks over to the door and sees that it is locked, and it has a code on it, so he goes back to the window and simply breaks it with his elbow. Did we mention this is an old shop? Yeah, practically falling apart. He clears the broken pieces of glass and then jumps in, landing superhero style and then looking up, again, seeing if something, someone, maybe more dogs come at him, but there is nothing. He stands up, a bit disappointed, and then begins walking towards a Camaro that has it’s engine currently hanging out above it. Suddenly, all the lights in the shop are turned on, causing him to be blinded momentarily. He puts up his hand, so he can look around, and once his eyes are well adjusted, he notices an old man sitting on a wheelchair in the middle of the shop wearing a white silk scarf and an old leather jacket with a bunch of patches on it. Xavier puts his arm down and begins to walk towards him but the old man yells.
STOP! Are you Xavier Lux?
Xavier studies the old man.
Yeah… why?
Good.
The old man, showing a quickness that is almost blind to the eye, throws something at Lux that hits him right in the forehead, dropping him to the ground. The object makes a clanking sound as it hits the floor near Xavier.
OUCH YOU OLD BASTARD?! WHAT THE FUCK?!
The hell do I need to dodge a ball for?! I’m a wrestler!
Oh right, well, then… If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a clothesline!
Xavier gets up holding his forehead.
That’s going to leave a mark…
You think?! Asshole…
Peter thought you'd get a kick out of it, you know, him being a mechanic, that being a wrench.
All I'm getting is a fucking knot on my head!
Just doing my job man, which, it’s done… The package you looking for is in the office in the back… There should be a small fridge in there with some beers and ice, help yourself.
Gee, thanks…
The old man wheels himself out of sight as Xavier stumbles towards the back, hoping he doesn’t have a concussion. He reaches the office and sees a small, padded envelope sitting on the desk. He heads for the mini fridge first, where he takes out a couple of beers and an icepack that was obviously left there on purpose. He then takes a seat in the chair behind the desk, and after popping open the beers and gulping down one of them, he holds the icepack to his forehead. After staring at the envelope with his name on it for a few minutes, he puts the ice down revealing a big knot on his head… He rips it open from one side and then empties the contents: a blue pen, and a folded sheet of paper and a package of travel size Tylenol.
Is this it? What the hell, Peter?!
He rips the Tylenol package open firs and gulps down the two pills. He then unfolds the piece of paper and sees that it’s a crossword puzzle with a sticky note on it; he reads it out loud.
Hey there X, how’s your head? Now that you got your brains scrambled, how about we put it to the test? Enjoy, Pete.
He crumples up the sticky note and throws it over his shoulder.
Never took you for a god damn comedian, I’m gonna get you for this boyo.
He sighs as he looks at the piece of paper.
Well, it’s not like I got shit else to do, so let’s take a look at this thing, I was always more of a word search guy myself though.
Looks simple enough, I can appreciate my name being all over it, heh. Alright, one across: Doomed Love will finish you. Well, that one is easy, that’s the name of the finisher of one Skylar Carsons… Well, I’m sorry to tell you babe, the only one that is doomed in this match is you… You may be able to have a super kick party and try to kick everyone’s heads off, but it will not be enough to eliminate each one of us… Specially me, why? Well, for one, I’ve been told that I have a big ass head and that I’m very hardheaded… But also, I am somewhat of a ‘ass kicking machine’ myself and I see your weak ass super kick and raise you a Pele kick and a Penalty kick… I have beaten better men and women with either or both… So yeah, try as hard as you can to kick me before I kick you, but don’t let me knock your lights out with mine… Because if I do, you’re going over the top and by the time you wake up, the match will be all over and I will be in the back celebrating with champagne my ticket to the Cannabis Cup pay-per-view.
Two across: Look in my eyes, not once, not twice, but Trice. Okay I see what you did there, nice try, using his theme music as a clue, but the answer here is a man who was with me in IIW, though our paths never crossed: Clyde Newton… Look man I don’t know much about you, just like I don’t know most in this match and yeah I know you all can say the same about me… Truth be told, most people don’t know Xavier Lux and if they do know, they really don’t give a fuck about me. You only have to look back at the recent popularity poll that was going around. But I’m getting off track here, Newton, I did watch your match against John Cable who is a beast of a man. You reminded me of me, because I have been fighting big men all my life and I have done whatever it takes to beat them… Just like me, I see that you are willing to cheat and use every trick in the book to win because at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter how you win as long as you do, am I right Newton? That’s a skill that will come in handy in this battle royal, so I will definitely keep my eyes on you... After all, you are a Newton, any relation to Isaac? Yeah, I know he’s white, but maybe the man loved to get down with the sistas, who knows… But he’s famous for the three laws of motion... Well, there is only one law of motion that matters in this type of match, up and over… What goes up most come down, basic principle of physics right Newton? Okay, evermind…
3 across: Well he’s just happy to be here. HA! Yeah, I know who this is: Edward Grado! I heard the only reason you are here, not only in this match but in WGWF as a whole is because you’re somebody’s cousin… That’s cool man, everyone should take care of their special needs relative. It’s commendable. Just stay out of my way, don’t drool on my boots and you’ll be just fine alright little man? Cool.
4 across: A gymnast from the south, full of beauty. I think one key word missing here is the word ‘allegedly’… and I’m not talking about her being a gymnast, but a beauty… Women from the south are not beautiful, specially from that shit hole known as Houston, Texas… But I know why you are here in this match Brooke Blakely, equality. WGWF has to have a female presence in these matches but who they really wanted was Lexi Gold, but instead, they got what was available: Lexi Gold from Wish… It’s too bad, Lexi and I have some history and would have loved to see her again… But hey, they can’t all be winners and I guess fillers are needed to make the rest of us look good, and you fit that role perfectly Brooke along with Grado.
5 across: This wrestler urges you to FightSmart, even though his decisions can be quite dumb. Badmon… Badmon… You know I really wish this crossword puzzle was a little more challenging Pete… Yeah, I’m familiar with his athletic brand “FightSmart”, good quality shit, I’m not going to lie… But to make your decisions based on what the “marks” say? The fans are fickle Spencer Adams, masked or otherwise… They’ll cheer you one moment and boo you the next; they’ll throw garbage when you are wrestling in the ring and ask you for an autograph and a picture if they see you outside of the arena… When I was a kid, my father was in a stable called Fuck the Fans. That type of stable can’t exist in today’s world because of how sensitive everyone has become, but if I could put the hashtag on my trunks that read #FTF, I would… Fans aside, you have 14 titles to your name, very impressive, so I won’t hold your last decision against you… Respect Adams, lose the idiot fans, and I may even look to you for some of those famous alliances that are made during these type of matches… Or I might just decide to throw you out first… We’ll see.
6 across: Look all you want, you’ll never find this outcast. Well the only ‘Outcast’ I know is already in the tournament and waiting for an opponent… How crazy would it be if I win this match, and then I get matched up against my hated rival from OCW? One can dream, right? As I owe that mofo a receipt from our last match in that promotion. But getting back to this puzzle clue, well, we’re down to three possible answers so by process of elimination, I got to go with the person I know absolutely nothing about: The Pariah, which is another word for… yup, an outcast. You are a puzzle indeed, I don’t know what to expect from you in this match, so I’ll go with the first rule of thumb, which is, always expected the unexpected… Or even better, expect everything and anything… You could be the first person that is easily tossed out of the ring, or you could take my spot and be what I am trying to be: the man no one expected to be in this match, who ends up winning this whole damn thing.
7 across: I aM JuSt a TrOlL hAnGinG OuT WitH tWo ReaL TroLLs. You know the clue here could have been anything you wanted Pete, but as long as you wrote it the way you wrote it, I would have known exactly who you were talking about: Johnny Stylez… Or as I like to call him, Johnny you are a lame ass who really has no style…. Bitch… Where to begin with this cat who carries himself like a twitter troll and really, when you think about him, or just look at him, all you can do is roll your eyes and not even bother. From what I’ve seen, he acts like a damn child whose parents didn’t spank him enough… Or in this day and age, didn’t give him a good time out or sent him to enough therapy sessions… Fuck the youth of today man, seriously… Anyway, that’s what I’m going to do here, roll my EyeZ and move on, because I’ve already wasted enough time on a dude who is going to be the first eliminated from this damn match. That should make Brooke and Grado happy, #factz.
8 across: He looks like somebody you use to know… Saved the best for last did you Pete? You knew this one would get me and I’ll be damn if you weren’t right… I knew this man as Fred Debonair… Fred was my friend, he was the one that got me into IIW, into Mecca along with J-Mont and for those two things I will be forever indebted to that man. To Fred, I owe a lot to and I will always consider him a friend despite our paths having gone in completely separate ways during the last few months… But Fred disappeared and I honestly didn’t know when I would see him again, if ever… But to see him come back, as this, charismatic, well spoken, all smiles dude who panders to the fans… I can’t say I know this man… Devlin Knight… You I don’t know at all, and frankly, I don’t care to know you… For all I know, you killed the man I had respect for… The man that meant something to me… So what that means is, that at Monday Night Brawl, in this little battle royal, the minute I come across your smiling face, I am going to slap the shit out of it and then proceed to throw you over the top rope…. Head first, maybe that brings back The Kingdom.
Well, looks like I’m done… Oh no, there is one more clue. 1 down: What’s going to happen to Xavier’s opponents at the battle royal….Well I’ll be damned, I was starting to wonder why this was a crossword puzzle if there really weren’t any words that were crossing each other… but there it is, plain as day… They’ll be discarded, gotten rid of, removed from the match hopefully or sent back to the back of the line, or even better, retirement… All of these and more are great synonyms for this final word… You see, on Monday Night Brawl, Xavier Lux returns to glory to fight against 8 other competitors who, in just a matter of minutes will simply be…
Fin.
Yup, that’s the shop Pete told me to come by, and be prepared for anything, but it looks abandoned… Not a soul in site.
Xavier stands up and then notices the drone that always follows him around, filming all his life’s happenings.
You are all probably wondering what the hell am I doing over here instead of being some where near the arena or doing something in preparation for this big battle royal that is taking place in a couple of days. Well, the answer to that is, my friend and your world champion Peter Vaughn said he left me something inside of the shop that would help me in preparing for this match… Now I’m not one to need help from anyone to win a match, but since Pete is my fellow Exile homie, I thought I would indulge him… Plus he promised me it would be ‘fun’, so here we are. He did warn me that what he left for me will be heavily guarded, and I should get ‘quite the workout’ but again, this place looks deserted… Anyway, I’ll go check it out, but before I go let me just say this… As I was thinking about this match, something stuck out: that this match is being called a “Last Chance” battle royal. You see, for yours truly, that is exactly what this is… But I’m not talking about just for a chance to get into the Cannabis Cup tournament… But a last chance period to do something that matters before I retire… I was having the greatest of years in IIW and then it closed abruptly, and while it doesn’t void everything that I’ve done up to now, it does leave a hole… I need to fill that void by IIW and FTW, Full Throttle Wrestling, the promotion I officially signed for, may or may not fill that hole, but you know what will? Outlasting each and every one of those wrestlers in this match plus everyone already in the actual tournament… and yeah I know that both include some friends and some foes, but none of that matters… I can’t, I won’t let that stop me. If this is my last ride, I’ll be damned if I don’t make it a good one.
He grabs the binoculars and puts them inside his backpack and then throws it over his shoulder before heading down the hill. After a few minutes, he is slowly walking along the walls of the pharmacy across the shop. As he reaches the corner, he looks both ways, and once he is sure no one is around, he runs across the street and reaches the fence of the body shop. He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a set of wire cutters, which he uses to cut the chain holding the two fence doors together. He opens one of them quietly and then heads inside, and as soon as he does he hears the sounds of dogs barking so he quickly hightails it, jumping on top of a dumpster, but the plastic doors of it collapse under his weight and he falls inside. Two black Doberman dogs appear from the darkness, look around, and when they notice the gate open, they rush out, taking the opportunity for a night in the town. Xavier pops up, covered in car parts and then notices the dogs running out.
Dogs will be dogs I guess.
He climbs out of the dumpster, making too much damn noise but it’s clear to him that no one is here and if the dogs were Pete’s idea of ‘heavily guarding’ something, then that clearly backfired. Still he inches himself close to a window and then takes a peek inside the shop, only a few lights are on here and there, but once again, nobody is in sight. He walks over to the door and sees that it is locked, and it has a code on it, so he goes back to the window and simply breaks it with his elbow. Did we mention this is an old shop? Yeah, practically falling apart. He clears the broken pieces of glass and then jumps in, landing superhero style and then looking up, again, seeing if something, someone, maybe more dogs come at him, but there is nothing. He stands up, a bit disappointed, and then begins walking towards a Camaro that has it’s engine currently hanging out above it. Suddenly, all the lights in the shop are turned on, causing him to be blinded momentarily. He puts up his hand, so he can look around, and once his eyes are well adjusted, he notices an old man sitting on a wheelchair in the middle of the shop wearing a white silk scarf and an old leather jacket with a bunch of patches on it. Xavier puts his arm down and begins to walk towards him but the old man yells.
STOP! Are you Xavier Lux?
Xavier studies the old man.
Yeah… why?
Good.
The old man, showing a quickness that is almost blind to the eye, throws something at Lux that hits him right in the forehead, dropping him to the ground. The object makes a clanking sound as it hits the floor near Xavier.
OUCH YOU OLD BASTARD?! WHAT THE FUCK?!
The hell do I need to dodge a ball for?! I’m a wrestler!
Oh right, well, then… If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a clothesline!
Xavier gets up holding his forehead.
That’s going to leave a mark…
You think?! Asshole…
Peter thought you'd get a kick out of it, you know, him being a mechanic, that being a wrench.
All I'm getting is a fucking knot on my head!
Just doing my job man, which, it’s done… The package you looking for is in the office in the back… There should be a small fridge in there with some beers and ice, help yourself.
Gee, thanks…
The old man wheels himself out of sight as Xavier stumbles towards the back, hoping he doesn’t have a concussion. He reaches the office and sees a small, padded envelope sitting on the desk. He heads for the mini fridge first, where he takes out a couple of beers and an icepack that was obviously left there on purpose. He then takes a seat in the chair behind the desk, and after popping open the beers and gulping down one of them, he holds the icepack to his forehead. After staring at the envelope with his name on it for a few minutes, he puts the ice down revealing a big knot on his head… He rips it open from one side and then empties the contents: a blue pen, and a folded sheet of paper and a package of travel size Tylenol.
Is this it? What the hell, Peter?!
He rips the Tylenol package open firs and gulps down the two pills. He then unfolds the piece of paper and sees that it’s a crossword puzzle with a sticky note on it; he reads it out loud.
Hey there X, how’s your head? Now that you got your brains scrambled, how about we put it to the test? Enjoy, Pete.
He crumples up the sticky note and throws it over his shoulder.
Never took you for a god damn comedian, I’m gonna get you for this boyo.
He sighs as he looks at the piece of paper.
Well, it’s not like I got shit else to do, so let’s take a look at this thing, I was always more of a word search guy myself though.
Looks simple enough, I can appreciate my name being all over it, heh. Alright, one across: Doomed Love will finish you. Well, that one is easy, that’s the name of the finisher of one Skylar Carsons… Well, I’m sorry to tell you babe, the only one that is doomed in this match is you… You may be able to have a super kick party and try to kick everyone’s heads off, but it will not be enough to eliminate each one of us… Specially me, why? Well, for one, I’ve been told that I have a big ass head and that I’m very hardheaded… But also, I am somewhat of a ‘ass kicking machine’ myself and I see your weak ass super kick and raise you a Pele kick and a Penalty kick… I have beaten better men and women with either or both… So yeah, try as hard as you can to kick me before I kick you, but don’t let me knock your lights out with mine… Because if I do, you’re going over the top and by the time you wake up, the match will be all over and I will be in the back celebrating with champagne my ticket to the Cannabis Cup pay-per-view.
Two across: Look in my eyes, not once, not twice, but Trice. Okay I see what you did there, nice try, using his theme music as a clue, but the answer here is a man who was with me in IIW, though our paths never crossed: Clyde Newton… Look man I don’t know much about you, just like I don’t know most in this match and yeah I know you all can say the same about me… Truth be told, most people don’t know Xavier Lux and if they do know, they really don’t give a fuck about me. You only have to look back at the recent popularity poll that was going around. But I’m getting off track here, Newton, I did watch your match against John Cable who is a beast of a man. You reminded me of me, because I have been fighting big men all my life and I have done whatever it takes to beat them… Just like me, I see that you are willing to cheat and use every trick in the book to win because at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter how you win as long as you do, am I right Newton? That’s a skill that will come in handy in this battle royal, so I will definitely keep my eyes on you... After all, you are a Newton, any relation to Isaac? Yeah, I know he’s white, but maybe the man loved to get down with the sistas, who knows… But he’s famous for the three laws of motion... Well, there is only one law of motion that matters in this type of match, up and over… What goes up most come down, basic principle of physics right Newton? Okay, evermind…
3 across: Well he’s just happy to be here. HA! Yeah, I know who this is: Edward Grado! I heard the only reason you are here, not only in this match but in WGWF as a whole is because you’re somebody’s cousin… That’s cool man, everyone should take care of their special needs relative. It’s commendable. Just stay out of my way, don’t drool on my boots and you’ll be just fine alright little man? Cool.
4 across: A gymnast from the south, full of beauty. I think one key word missing here is the word ‘allegedly’… and I’m not talking about her being a gymnast, but a beauty… Women from the south are not beautiful, specially from that shit hole known as Houston, Texas… But I know why you are here in this match Brooke Blakely, equality. WGWF has to have a female presence in these matches but who they really wanted was Lexi Gold, but instead, they got what was available: Lexi Gold from Wish… It’s too bad, Lexi and I have some history and would have loved to see her again… But hey, they can’t all be winners and I guess fillers are needed to make the rest of us look good, and you fit that role perfectly Brooke along with Grado.
5 across: This wrestler urges you to FightSmart, even though his decisions can be quite dumb. Badmon… Badmon… You know I really wish this crossword puzzle was a little more challenging Pete… Yeah, I’m familiar with his athletic brand “FightSmart”, good quality shit, I’m not going to lie… But to make your decisions based on what the “marks” say? The fans are fickle Spencer Adams, masked or otherwise… They’ll cheer you one moment and boo you the next; they’ll throw garbage when you are wrestling in the ring and ask you for an autograph and a picture if they see you outside of the arena… When I was a kid, my father was in a stable called Fuck the Fans. That type of stable can’t exist in today’s world because of how sensitive everyone has become, but if I could put the hashtag on my trunks that read #FTF, I would… Fans aside, you have 14 titles to your name, very impressive, so I won’t hold your last decision against you… Respect Adams, lose the idiot fans, and I may even look to you for some of those famous alliances that are made during these type of matches… Or I might just decide to throw you out first… We’ll see.
6 across: Look all you want, you’ll never find this outcast. Well the only ‘Outcast’ I know is already in the tournament and waiting for an opponent… How crazy would it be if I win this match, and then I get matched up against my hated rival from OCW? One can dream, right? As I owe that mofo a receipt from our last match in that promotion. But getting back to this puzzle clue, well, we’re down to three possible answers so by process of elimination, I got to go with the person I know absolutely nothing about: The Pariah, which is another word for… yup, an outcast. You are a puzzle indeed, I don’t know what to expect from you in this match, so I’ll go with the first rule of thumb, which is, always expected the unexpected… Or even better, expect everything and anything… You could be the first person that is easily tossed out of the ring, or you could take my spot and be what I am trying to be: the man no one expected to be in this match, who ends up winning this whole damn thing.
7 across: I aM JuSt a TrOlL hAnGinG OuT WitH tWo ReaL TroLLs. You know the clue here could have been anything you wanted Pete, but as long as you wrote it the way you wrote it, I would have known exactly who you were talking about: Johnny Stylez… Or as I like to call him, Johnny you are a lame ass who really has no style…. Bitch… Where to begin with this cat who carries himself like a twitter troll and really, when you think about him, or just look at him, all you can do is roll your eyes and not even bother. From what I’ve seen, he acts like a damn child whose parents didn’t spank him enough… Or in this day and age, didn’t give him a good time out or sent him to enough therapy sessions… Fuck the youth of today man, seriously… Anyway, that’s what I’m going to do here, roll my EyeZ and move on, because I’ve already wasted enough time on a dude who is going to be the first eliminated from this damn match. That should make Brooke and Grado happy, #factz.
8 across: He looks like somebody you use to know… Saved the best for last did you Pete? You knew this one would get me and I’ll be damn if you weren’t right… I knew this man as Fred Debonair… Fred was my friend, he was the one that got me into IIW, into Mecca along with J-Mont and for those two things I will be forever indebted to that man. To Fred, I owe a lot to and I will always consider him a friend despite our paths having gone in completely separate ways during the last few months… But Fred disappeared and I honestly didn’t know when I would see him again, if ever… But to see him come back, as this, charismatic, well spoken, all smiles dude who panders to the fans… I can’t say I know this man… Devlin Knight… You I don’t know at all, and frankly, I don’t care to know you… For all I know, you killed the man I had respect for… The man that meant something to me… So what that means is, that at Monday Night Brawl, in this little battle royal, the minute I come across your smiling face, I am going to slap the shit out of it and then proceed to throw you over the top rope…. Head first, maybe that brings back The Kingdom.
Well, looks like I’m done… Oh no, there is one more clue. 1 down: What’s going to happen to Xavier’s opponents at the battle royal….Well I’ll be damned, I was starting to wonder why this was a crossword puzzle if there really weren’t any words that were crossing each other… but there it is, plain as day… They’ll be discarded, gotten rid of, removed from the match hopefully or sent back to the back of the line, or even better, retirement… All of these and more are great synonyms for this final word… You see, on Monday Night Brawl, Xavier Lux returns to glory to fight against 8 other competitors who, in just a matter of minutes will simply be…
Fin.
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