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[Part 18] : Come on Spetre light my fire
[Sitting in the back, surrounded by darkness and the tiny flickering flame stemming from the zippo he holds in his hand, Ulfric sits, calmly awaiting the match he has anxiously awaited ever since his return to wrestling.]
[The electrified steal cage.]
Rick Ulfric: There have been times when the dreams as run in front of me, and like a fox after the hare I have chased after it. There have been times when I held the dream in my hand, stood on the top of the mountain where you have stood Spectre, and I have lived the moment. That was the miracle. Catching up to the dream, and living for a moment in unison with it. But there have also been times when the dream fell, and I have been forced to start all over again.
[He flicks the zippo closed and there is darkness, he flips the zippo open and once again there is light.]
Rick Ulfric: You speak a lot of dreams Spectre, speak of how you can only be defeated in the dreams of others. Don’t you know that that is where accomplishment begins, in dreams? Not only in dreams do we plan, but it is in dreams when we first come to believe. I believe Spectre, and I have spent many an hour formulating a plan. In just a short while, I will see that plan come to fruition. Never forget that us so called hippy children living on the fringes of society have been and always will be the music-makers, the dreamers of the dreams for one man with a dream shall go forth and concur a crown.
[He flips the zippo closed once again, and into darkness we plunge, this time it is in darkness we remain.]
[Fading from the promo clip...]
[Part 19] : My Crutch
[Earlier this evening...]
[Backstage chaos, Ulfric never could get enough of it, which was probably why he figured no one would notice him walking from the locker room to the vending machine, looking for a couple sodas without having bothered to put the knee brace back on. Ulfric moved over the wires and around the throng of people without a care and shockingly, without limping either, never expecting anyone to see. ]
[But see they did, as he strolled right past his longtime friend and often tag team partner, “Crippler” Matt McClain.]
[McClain stood leaning against the wall quietly watching everything going on, and then out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ulfric walking, with out his well known limp. McClain’s eyes kept pace with Ulfric as he walked towards the vending machine.]
[Matt crept behind until Ulfric turned his back to pop the quarters into the machine and then decided to approach Ulfric.]
McClain: Funny thing…I could have sworn that you walked right past me with no limp. Now I know my best friend and I know that he wouldn’t be keeping anything away from me…right Rick?
[McClain said in a calm voice, startling his friend. Rick jumped, literally, and dropped the quarters and when he moved to pick them up he was limping again.]
Ulfric: Damn man… [Rick grumbled] You scared the shit outta me, I thought you weren’t scheduled to be here tonight, not that I’m not glad to have at least someone in the back cheering me on.
McClain: I’m not suppose to be here, but there was no way that I would miss tonight, I have a few things that I need to do to remind people who I am and what I am willing to do to get what I want…I thought I would come find you and…but I see your doing much better with out me around, even seems that your limp has magically disappeared…now, is there something that you want to tell me?
[McClain asked as he raised his eye brow as he stared at his friend with a small smirk.]
[Ulfric shrugged.]
Ulfric: Sometimes it bothers me more then I care to admit, and other times it isn’t a bother at all, I’m getting old, or so everyone seems to enjoy telling me, it probably has something to do with the weather.
[Rick said.] I’d better get the brace back on soon or I’ll end up doing more harm to it then good.
McClain: I see… [McClain said with a glare.] So what did you have in mind for tonight, well before I showed up tonight?
Ulfric: Not a lot. [Rick said.] Gonna try and relax and not let the butterflies trying to tie my stomach into knots make me feel like some damn green rookie about to fight in his very first main event. Why I thought caffeine would help I don’t know, guess it was a better distraction then trying to see how many times I could imbed my throwing knife in the wall.
McClain: I hate to cut this short, but I have something that I need to do before the main event. You’re going to do just fine, and don’t worry about anything, I’ll be watching.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
[Part 20] : BACW Heavyweight Championship
The Spectre ©
Vs.
Rick Ulfric
Promo: Folks, the nylon ring ropes have been replaced by brutal barbwire strands, and as they finish hooking up the electricity and C4 explosives, it's time to go up into the ring for the introductions to our main event.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is our main event of the evening...
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[No pyrotechnics, just low lights, fog and his eerie music. To the side, no burst of flames, only a large, dark form slowing limp to the ring through the darkness.]
A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn
[He doesn't look left, nor right, just straight ahead, this road scarred warrior carrying himself with pride. He doesn't care if the fans cheer or boo, he doesn't even notice them, only the ring, only the fight waiting there. One pale green eye and one white, framed by hair both blood red and smoke hued hangs over his shoulders and down the middle of his back. The limp is less noticeable tonight, but the eyes still hold their old, murderous gleam.]
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
[He doesn't walk alone, in his hand he carries a barbed wire wrapped bat, as weather scarred and beaten as he is. Some cheer, some boo, some watch him in awe, this legend who has seemingly risen from the dead and returned to walk among their midst’s.]
I hear a thunder in the distance
See a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given
On that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness
Only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden
And grant me life eternally
[He walks up the steps tonight, bat slung over his shoulder, and steps into the cage climbing the turnbuckle on the far side, he perches there like a gargoyle, waiting and watching for his opponent to come in.]
Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
Crowd: [Rumbles with excitement.]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: The winner of tonight's bout, will go into next month's Grinder X as BACW's Heavyweight Champion!
Crowd: [POP!]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: And now it's time to introduce to you the challenger. Standing Six feet Five inches tall and weighing Two Hundred and Fifty Five pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Rick Ulfric!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: While we await the arrival of our champion, let's look at why this match is a good fit for Ulfric.
E.D: Well for one, a hardcore match is right up Rick's alley, and unless something goes 100% wrong, there's no way in hell he's going to lose. Before we went on the air, word from locker room is that this match is something Rick's been dreaming off since the hardcore match that retired him in BWA. Many are also saying he has been recovering more and more of his memories from the Bayou, and that should translate into a brutal wrestling this match.
Promo: There's no doubt he wants to win, or even that he actually wants to be a champion again. But more than that, defeating Spectre right here in BACW is something not many people can say they have done. On the subject of the champion, here he comes!
[The lights go out and "Memphisto" by Depeche Mode begins to play. An ominous fog and an eerie purple glow fill the arena. Fog flows out from behind the entrance curtain.]
Spectre: Heh... heheheh... heh... heh-heh... hehehhehehehe...
[The Spectre emerges from behind the curtain with the crowd behind him and raising the title into the air, nods giving his approval.]
Spectre: Heh... heheheh... heh... heh-heh... hehehhehehehe...
[The Spectre is wearing his traditional black pants with the word "SPECTRE" running down the left pant leg and written in white. On the seat of the pants written in neon orange is the word "FREAK".]
Spectre: Heh... heheheh... heh... heh-heh... hehehhehehehe...
[On the front of his purple U-neck tanktop, written in neon green are the words "TOTAL DEVESTATION", while on the back is a new phrase "2008-The Year of the Sadistic Nut", also written in neon green.]
Spectre: Heh... heheheh... heh... heh-heh... hehehhehehehe...
[His hands have purple fingerless gloves on them, and he has black pads on his elbows. The belt around his waist is made out of a chain link.]
Spectre: Heh... heheheh... heh... heh-heh... hehehhehehehe...
Promo: One thing Spectre needs to understand is that Ulfric never gives up once he sets his mind to something. This coupled with a high threshold for pain means Rick is always willing to take a lot of punishment but most likely will still find a way to keep pulling himself back to his feet time and time again to continue a fight.
E.D: Rick does not submit, in fact, he has done so once in his career I think and that was only after his limb had been both separated and broken.
Promo: Preferring to pass out from the pain just might be the way this one will end.
Stuffher: And now ladies and gentlemen, coming down the aisle, weighing in at 299 pounds and residing from The Deepest Corners of Your Mind, he is the current BACW Heavyweight Champion. He is BACW's Sadistic Nut. This is the Purple Haired Freak... THE SPECTRE!!!
Crowd: [POP!] YEAH!!
Promo: While we are waiting for Spectre to get settled in the ring, I have to comment on something that is blatantly obvious; at least to me. Did anyone notice that Rick Ulfric did not come to the ring with a noticeable limp?
E.D: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I noticed it Paul but I was too busy trying to look down this MILF's v-neck to really comment. My feeling is this, if Ulfric is feeling okay, which I highly doubt without the knee brace, he's going to have a much easier time keeping his balance inside the ring and avoiding the barbwire. Then again it could just be a mental thing that he most likely will snap out of during this match.
Promo: Perhaps Eric, but what's going to happen when Ulfric finally realizes that he may have never really needed the brace to begin with?
E.D: Simple, he won't wear it you imbecile!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: Both men run into the center of the ring and immediately start slugging it out with lefts and rights! Emptying the tank and leaving nothing to regret, Spectre breaks the tempo by driving a boot into the midsection of Ulfric and doubling over, Spectre loops his opponent's arm over his head.
Spectre: [ARRGGHHH!!!]
[THUD!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
E.D: Vertical suplex connects and the crowd gets to their feet as the champion points to the far section of barbwire!
Promo: It's going to get real ugly, real fast!
[Rotating Rick to his feet and once again looping his arm over head, Spectre pulls up on the pants of Ulfric but Rick counters with an instep.]
Promo: Again!
E.D: Denied!
[Switching positions and setting up with his back to the barbwire, Ulfric arches backwards with ruthless aggression and pushing off...]
[SNAP!]
Crowd: [WHOA!] Bad ASS Wresting! Bad ASS Wresting! Bad ASS Wresting!
[...both men land on the barbwire and the sharp metal tears into both wrestlers' flesh. The ropes snap from the adjacent posts, and tumble to the floor, it leaves both men encased in a cocoon of barb.]
Crowd: Bad ASS Wresting! Bad ASS Wresting! Bad ASS Wresting!
Promo: The crowd is going crazy and as the second frantically run down to ringside area with wire cutters, this match has started off with one hell of a bang!
Spectre: [AAARGH!!!!]
E.D: My God! Look at the huge tear in Spectre's back from the suplex!
[Inside Ulfric's head, visions of the past flash in like an old fashion reel to reel movie and as the pain from the cut on his arm awakes his past, he smiles.]
BACW Helper #2: [Snipping away at the barb] Ulfric's out!
BACW Helper #1: [Raising his snips] Spectre's free!
[Staggering to his feet with blood raining down his arm from a 3 inch gash, Rick begins to wrap a strand of barb around one of the railings.]
Promo: What the hell is this nut doing now?
E.D: Getting ready to play Ginsu!
[Moving slowly towards the champion, Ulfric takes Spectre by his purple hair and showing no remorse, pounds his forehead into the barbwire railing. Spectre's flesh immediately cracks open like an old leather bag, and kneeing him into face, Spectre falls lifelessly to small mats.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Rick Ulfric: [Going down t one knee] Count him!
Promo: Here's Rick with the cover and the press!
Referee: 1.. 2... THRE....
Spectre: [Clearing his shoulder from under a pool of his own blood] NO!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Referee: [Holding up two fingers] Two! Only Two!
Promo: Rick appears to be holding nothing back, and for him, the way he's wrestling right now, there is no tomorrow!
E.D: Where did you get that, Rocky 3?
[Leaning a table up against the railing by the steel stairs, a frustrated Ulfric tries to toss Spectre into the wood but the champion reverses the hold...]
[CCRAAACCKKK!!!]
Crowd: [OH!] Clapping.
Promo: Into the table goes Rick courtesy of an Irish whip and folks, just like that, Spectre has once again taken control.
E.D: Spectre is collecting the remaining barbwire and...
Promo: AHHHH!!!!
[Whip!]
[Whip!]
[Whip!]
[Whip!]
[Whip!]
Rick Ulfric: [UUUGGHH!!!]
Promo: Whipping Rick with a barb over and over and over again, Spectre opens four more cuts and someone PLEASE stop the match!
[I run the blade over my numb areas; it's funny how I can't feel my flesh opening. The fans cheer as I masticate myself, its part of the business, the part that has made me a legend. Covered in my own blood, this is my calling. Get up Rick, your legacy expects nothing less.]
E.D: Spectre moves in with a big boot and for the love of all that's sane, don't do that!!!
[Taking the barb, Spectre starts rounding Ulfric's head as tight as he can go. Rick screams but you're not quite sure if he's in pain, or experiencing some form of bizarre pleasure. With each winding movement, the barbwire digs deep into the challenger's skull and zooming in, the camera shows a depiction of BACW's form of Jesus Christ.]
Spectre: [Forcing Rick to the steel stairs.] Get up Rick!
E.D: Spectre has placed Ulfric's head on the stairs and oh my, he's got a steel chair!
[Snapping the chair closed, Spectre raises it above his head and coming down with the force of Zeus himself, misses the spot from hell!]
[CLANG!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Spectre: [Shaking his hands from the sting] AAAWWWW!!!!
[Wobbling to his feet, Ulfric dives forward with a no hands head barbwire butt and falling over the stairs, Spectre can feel the blood trickling from the puncture holes now present in his forehead.]
Promo: Rick is putting his heart and soul into this match blood, sweat, and tears!
E.D: He is coming out there ready to bleed, ready to scrap, ready to stand up, and no matter how many times he is knocked down, I feel like he is willing to risk personal injury to win this belt.
Promo: If this is to be the last match he ever sees, than he is going to make it the most memorable experience possible for himself and for all the fans that are coming to watch him here tonight!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
[Nodding his head with the beat of the crowd, Ulfric pulls up the apron and dragging out a table, the crowd goes even further into chaos. Setting the table upright, and yanking a blood soaked Spectre to his feet, Ulfric pushes him up onto the apron and smiles. Slapping his hand around the champion's throat, Rick lifts Spectre and tossing him off the apron and through the table...]
[CAAAAAARRCK!!]
Crowd: [NO!]
Promo: Choke slam from hell and did you see Spectre's head bounce off the small mats like a superball?
E.D: The champion is barely moving and here comes the challenger with a press.
Referee: 1... 2...
Crowd: THREE!!!
Referee: NO!
Promo: Kick out by Spectre and high impact moves seem to be the game plan for the challenger.
E.D: If this is a true hardcore match, and by the amount of blood already spilled I believe it is, then look for Ulfric to most likely utilize any and all surfaces in the ringside area to help take Spectre down and eventually out.
Promo: He has no fear of the barbed wire or the obvious lack of electricity!
E.D: Yeah what's up with that?
Promo: Ulfric has no problem putting himself in harms way and blocking out the pain if need be to get the job done.
[Screaming at one of the seconds to turn on the electricity, a big VARROOOOM is heard and the two remaining strands of barb start to spark.]
Crowd: [YEAH!] Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
[Over to the announcer's table, Ulfric grabs the bottle of yellow liquid and pouring it all over Spectre, the champion gets an official E.D. golden shower.]
Promo: Hey, that's not water...
E.D: [Laughing] That's going to make Spectre pissed off!
Promo: Literally!
[Pushing the drenched champion back into the ring, Ulfric hits a standing drop toe hold and Spectre goes chest first over the barb.]
Spectre: [Teeth chattering] GAHGHAGHAGHAGHA!!!!
[BOOM!]
[The transformer blows and as Spectre shakes from the voltage, Rick just stares at his smoking body and laughs. Pulling Spectre by the boot along with the barbwire that's tangled around his body and hooking the leg for the 1... 2... 3...]
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo: Kick out by Spectre!
E.D: This guy just won't give up his belt and look at Rick pound the canvas with his hands!
Promo: He's really getting on the referee's case now!
[With the barbwire still tangled around Spectre's body, the challenger unloads with a chicken wing slam and bending over for a pile driver, the champion goes low.]
Crowd: [OOO!]
Promo: Low blow and that stops Ulfric dead in his tracks!
E.D: There is truly no fear in either of these wrestler's hearts.
[Bolo upper cut straightens Ulfric out and tossing the challenger into one of the posts, Rick hits with an incredible thud! With the barb now snarled in his ankles, Ulfric falls forward and Spectre practically kicks his head off with a big boot. Crippling onto the logo, the champion goes for the win.]
Crowd: 1... 2... THREE!!!
Promo: NO!
E.D: Wow that was close!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Referee: Two! Only two continue the match!
Promo: It's now Spectre who feels the frustration and unloading with punches in bunches, the champion forces Ulfric down onto his shoulders again!
Referee: 1... 2...
Spectre: [Pushing Rick off him] NAH!
Crowd: [OOO!]
Referee: TWO!
E.D: Ulfric likes to bleed, and the sight of his own blood is a motivator. He also likes pain because it wakes him up and helps him focus. He is still young and strong despite his scars and injuries.
Promo: And just to think, this all started when Ulfric started wrestling young, as a cruiserweight at 16, using his brother’s name and identification to pass him off as older, all of which has since been revealed in storyline. He has been in the sport for 10 years, yet is only 26 years old and in his time in the business he has been through a lot, and seen a lot, he is not about to let anyone punk him out.
E.D: Pretty much I think we both agree, Rick is going to fight until there is nothing left to give.
Promo: My God Spectre NO!
[Wrapping the barbwire around Ulfric's neck and dragging him around the ring, the blood crusted Spectre tries tear Rick's head clear off his body! Ulfric coughs up a thick red secretion and as the syrupy substance oozes from his mouth pooling below his head, Spectre calls for an end.]
Spectre: SWEET DREAMS!!!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: Up off the canvas and into position, if Spectre hits this, Rick Ulfric is done!
Ulfric: [UUUGGGHH!!!!]
E.D: The blood slick Ulfric wiggles out of Spectre's finisher and the champion is stunned!
[Picking up the discarded steel chair...]
[CRACK!]
Spectre: [UGH!]
[With Spectre stunned on the canvas, Ulfric locks his opponent in a cross face chicken wing then sweep there legs out from under him sending the champ crashing face first onto the dented chair.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Ulfric: SHUT UP!
Crowd: [Louder BOO!]
[Ulfric drags the massive Spectre over the edge of the ring where the ropes have been busted from the posts, and setting Spectre up into position, he unleashes one of the nastiest electric chair suplexes in wrestling history!]
Promo: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
[KA-THUMP!]
Crowd: [WHOA!]
E.D: Electric chair suplex onto the already broken table and my god, my god, my god!!!!!! I don’t know how else to describe this by my GOD!!!!!!
Crowd: You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore!
Promo: Rick flops over for the 1... 2... 3...
Crowd: [NO!]
Spectre: [Rolling to one side] UGH!
Crowd: [Collective sigh] ...
Referee: TWO!
Promo: I'm not sure how either man is moving right now, but something tells me Rick Ulfric would rather die than lose here tonight to Spectre.
E.D: Ulfric has lost all his composure at this point, something that I have never seen before. Slapping the small mats furiously, he grabs Spectre up and nailing him with the Last Ditch [Brain buster] concrete floor…
[CRACK!]
E.D: this one is over!!!!
Promo: Ulfric can smell victory!
Referee: 1... 2...
Crowd: [THREE!!!]
Referee NO!
Promo: You have to be kidding me!
E.D: I'm in complete and utter shock!
Promo: Ulfric goes under the ring and….
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: … lighting a barbwire chair on fire, look out Spectre!
[KA-MOTHER-FUCKING-CRACK!]
[Crumpling to the canvas in Ric Flair like fashion, Ulfric hooks the leg and Spectre is 100% out cold!]
E.D: It’s time for history to be made!
Referee: 1… 2…
Crowd: THREE!!!!
[Part 21] : Project X
[Suddenly the lights drop and the crowd lets out a quick gasp at the sudden loss of sight.]
Promo: Oh no, what the hell is going on now... somebody get these lights back on. Where the heck is my pencil?
E.D: That's not your pencil!!!!
Promo: WHAT!!!
[As Promo gets the exclamation out of his mouth, there is a commotion that seems to come from the ring area as several loud thumps and a few cries of pain are heard.]
Promo: Jesus Christ, someone turn the lights on!
E.D: [Covering his package in the dark] I feel like I just watched the Crying Game.
[The sound of movement is heard ever so slightly and then nothing. But wait, there is something. The sound of...]
Promo: What is that, it sounds like someone's dying?
E.D: What happened to Spectre and Ulfric?
[With that, a giant "X" comes up on the big screen in bright white against the black backdrop. There's a murmur rushing through the crowd and then the lights turn back on.]
Crowd: [In shock] AHHH!!!!
Promo: Holy shit!!! Someone get help! Someone get help! Someone get help!
E.D: What the...
[With the "X" overlooking the ring, the horrifying scene that has women screaming, men turning their heads away, and children crying sees The Spectre hanging by his neck from a strand of barbwire. Twitching, his hands are the only two things from preventing the barb to most likely severing his head from his shoulders.]
Promo: Spectre has become a crimson version of himself!
[Across the ring from him, Ulfric dangles from the barbwire, tied there by his two wrists. His body shakes violently as the barbwire cuts into him and the electricity shoots through his body. Blood is everywhere; this is truly a terrible sight.]
[ZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAPPP!]
E.D: The sounds of electricity have stopped and folks, Rick Ulfric is just hanging their like a slab of slaughter house meat.
[On the big screen overlooking the arena, the "X" fades out and several phrases follow]
"LIARS"
"FRAUDS"
"DREAMS ARE A LIE"
"DREAMS DIE"
"DEATH TO BACW"
"THE TRUTH SHALL RISE"
"POWER WILL DIE"
"MORE TO SEE"
"MORE TO COME"
"LEARN TO BELIEVE"
"OR PAY THE PRICE"
"DEATH TO BACW"
"DEATH TO ALL"
[With that the screen goes black and a message scrolls across the screen.]
"To learn the truth of what is to be, join us at http://yourdreamisalie.blogspot.com/"
[As the screen returns to black once again, paramedics rush down the ramp and into the ring. The electricity has been cut off and The Spectre and Ulfric just hang in their positions, motionless]
Promo: Dear God, this... [Holds back]... this is the worst thing I've ever seen. I hope they're alright, this is awful.
E.D: As much as I hate Spectre, how could someone have done this?
Promo: I don't know who Project X is but they mean serious business and I think that everyone had better look over their shoulders from here on out.
E.D: And when they show their cowardly faces, they too had better watch out.
Promo: We need to go now, this has been another TVMA; until next time. I'm the Promo Machine and this Easy Eric Danger bidding you all good night, and we'll see you next month for our 10th Annual Grinder!
[Finale:] My Girl
[Noticeably, Mike Sloan is balled up in a corner. His hands rest in his lap, his face stares down away from the camera.]
“Since my accident…her accident… I have been cautious to say anything regarding my career.”
[His lips tremble.]
“I’ve been contacted by BACW Management…”
[He lifts his hand up to wipe away a forming tear.]
“Rick has even found a way to speak to me and understand what has happened.”
[He places his hand back in his lap.]
“Matt has over looked our differences and even tried to console me…”
[He clears his throat.]
“Tonight, right now, I want to clear up the rumors of my career ending…”
[He looks into the camera.]
“It will only end by the death of me!”
[His face turns a bright red.]
“She wanted me to win BACW Heavyweight Title… She wanted me to become a leader in this sport again…”
[A tear falls beside his mouth.]
‘Cause of her… Everyone now has to deal with a very serious Dark Horse from now on?”
[Fade.]
End TVMA
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