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Post by Eden on Sept 3, 2020 14:50:51 GMT -5
Broadcasting through FXX and Netflix from The Sanatorium Arena in Serenity, CaliforniaRoleplay Deadlines: Friday, September 11th, 2020 at 9 PM PST, 12 AM EST, 11 PM CT(US) Saturday, September 12th, 2020 at 1 AM(UK)Roleplay Limit2 RPs, up to 1000 words apiece OR A single RP, up to 2000 words Match One:Christy Winters & Jonathan Edwards versus Chucky Ross & Belladonna Hunter
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Post by Christy Winters on Sept 10, 2020 2:31:12 GMT -5
Inside the Sanatorium auto shop, Warden Eden’s Mercedes sits unchecked.
Guard 1: So that’s the Warden’s car huh.
Guard 2: Yeah, she’s been having a lot of trouble with it lately and brought it in here to get repaired, I wonder how Winters will feel about that.
Feel about what.
Christy had just come out of the bathroom.
Guard 1: Having to work on Warden’s car.
Christy: That figures someone with an ego as big as hers would be driving a Mercedes, so what exactly is wrong with her car.
Guard 2: She has a shimmy at 85.
Christy: Interesting, well I guess I should take a look then huh, wouldn’t want there to be something seriously wrong with the warden car now would we, an accident could easily happen.
Christy raises the car on the ramp and begins her examination.
Christy: Well it seems that her warden duties aren’t the only thing Eden has neglected, this car is in serious need of a wheel alignment.
Guard 1: Can you fix it.
Christy: Really, you ask me that, of course, I can fix it, the question is how bad does the warden need her car.
Guard 2: Just fix the damn car Winters.
Christy: Alright, alright I’ll get right to it, can’t have the Warden without her car.
Christy works away rotating and aligning the warden’s tires.
Christy: That should score me a few brownie points.
Christy looks at the clock on the wall.
Christy: Well my time up for today, you can take me back to my nice company cell now.
The guards take Christy back to her cell, she enters and sits on the floor.
You remember when you were a kid, having to attend some kids party and sit for hours well the stupid clown blow that fucking horn, shot water in your face, and made those stupid balloon animals. I hated every fucking minute of it. Clowns are the worst kind of scum, hiding behind the makeup and those big floppy shoes is the kind of evil people never see coming, every clown needs to die a horrible death.
I remember this one clown named Santini, what a piece of human garbage he was, god damn child molester, that mutherfucker got what he deserved, and I enjoyed doing it, I won’t lie, seeing that fucker take his last breath put a smile on my face, now I bet everyone is wondering just what the fuck I’m talking about, it's very simple to figure to out I hate fucking clowns.
Christy takes a deep breath.
Therefore Chucky Ross I already hate your guts, and while technically you call yourself a Jester, clowns, and Jesters are the fucking same to me, I just have to put them down, and I will do that Chucky, I'll put you down but unlike Santini, I probably have to let you live, unfortunate I know but sometimes we don’t always get want we want, so I’ll just have to settle with beating the living piss out of you, and I'll do it with a fucking smile on my face.
Christy smirks.
Down with the Clown.
Belladonna yes will see if your the amazing wrestler you claim, but based on experience wrestlers who have made such claims were high on talk and low on talent, I’m anxious to see which category you fall into, but honestly, it doesn’t matter to me, there’s nothing you can do to me that hasn’t been done to me before, and you know the things I’ve done to wind up in this shit hole, so you know that I’ll do whatever I have to do to survive and win, I doubt you can do that Belladonna because you don’t know the evil that lurks inside Christy Winters when we fight this week, you will find out, and you won’t like it.
Jonathan, I think it’s my duty to inform you I generally don’t play well with others, therefore my hatred for tag team matches, partners tends to hold me down. The last time it happened that loser Deacon Thomas dropped the ball so I dropped him on his head, hopefully, you're a more useful partner. If you're not well you’ll wind up like Deacon, a victim of my wrath.
Christy smirks.
Look forward to teaming with ya.
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Post by Chucky Ross on Sept 11, 2020 16:47:03 GMT -5
All at once the world began to shift slightly. Though he could feel the ground beneath his feet, it was as though his legs had completely liquefied. His vision blurred almost instantaneously as he watched the walls spin out of control, he heard a distant, far-away sound, a muted THUD in the distance, as though someone had dropped a heavy object out of a window.
For a moment, all he could see were the bright white lines along the ceiling, the humming fluorescent beacons that he had seen so many times before.
And then… Darkness.
The scene that greets the viewer is shockingly different than any pristine medical room. What the viewer now sees before them is a long and sandy shoreline, illuminated beautifully by a bright pink sunrise. White seagulls fly through the air searching for their breakfast as a lone figure walks through the shore, barefoot and unclothed save for a torn and faded pair of blue jeans and we see they are wearing something that is shining like beacons in the morning sunlight, and upon their face sits a pair of dark shades that have greeted Sanatorium audiences a few times in the past. Then the "camera" moves in closer to reveal it to be "The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross.
As "The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross walks along the shoreline, his steps just barely cutting below the water’s surface, seeming to land on the edges between dry land and endless sea. After a moment’s walk along the shoreline, he tilts his head up towards the camera as his face breaks into the familiar, twisted smile that has crossed his face over the course of countless wicked thoughts.
"The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross You know, they say that the Sanatorium is akin to a shark tank...
His eyes turn towards the ocean, seeming to stare off into the distance as he considers his own words, but after a moment’s reflection, he turns back.
"The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross And they also say that sharks are at their most dangerous when they smell blood in the water.
Now there is no doubt that there are those who saw last time out, moments before I engaged people like Christy Winters and Jonathan Edwards, that Jayson Price took it upon himself to deprive the audience the chance to see me defend this championship. With all of the deceit and treachery that one might expect from such a pair of wretched creature, they drove with vicious intent a foreign object right into my cranium.
Now, I give you fair warning not to worry about people like Christy Winters and Jonathan Edwards, for you see his day will come, but at the moment, that is not my true concern.
The simple fact is that each and every man in the locker room, all the fans watching around the world saw it happen, saw me laid low by the most underhanded of means, and each and every one of them had the same thought.
How in the world can he come back from this?
His lips curl into a genuine smile as he lets out an audible chuckle, shaking his head in a way that could almost be described as genuinely happy.
"The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross To anyone who had such a thought... You haven’t been paying attention.
I am all too aware of the potential consequences if I choose to step into the ring this Sunday, and indeed a lesser man might have jumped upon this opportunity to take another week off to recover and be back in that ring again after leaving the responsibility of being the next challenger to show like either you Edwards or even you Winters.
But I am no lesser man.
If my time truly has come at the hands of wretched treachery, than so be it. But I will be damned sideways if I go down as anything other than fighting.
I decide how this story ends, not Winters, not Edwards and not anybody the fuck else.
Which brings me to my opponents for the week. Now truth be told there is not all that much to say about Christy Winters or even Jonathan Edwards. They have been given the chance to sink or swim in our shark tank of a Sanatorium, handed an opportunity to prove themselves by doing what so many before them could not.
Ordinarily, this could speak to bravery, to potential, to someone seizing an opportunity. Look at any open challenge in history and you’ll start to realize that any night can make history.
But…
If we’re being honest, I just don’t see it when I look at either Winters or even you Edwards. I mean, what is there to say about these two? One is a supposed mechanic and "psychopath" where they named me as a “victim” and promised to end me. While Edwards, I have a decent amount of respect for you but I will be the one to end Tora Nishida's reign as Demolition Champion and not your arrogant ass!
Both of you are so riveting.
So aside from your insistence on third-grade wordplay, what exactly is there to say about either of these two who have been handed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?
Nothing. Not one thing to say about this... Talent for either of you seems like a stretch and even nightmarish.
And herein lies the dilemma. On paper, one would look at last time out on the way I had to be helped to the back, and they would see it as a sign, an indication that my title reign may be in jeopardy, that the right man with the right motivation could use my temporary weakness to his advantage.
He slowly reaches up his hand, waving his index finger back and forth as if he were a parent admonishing a presumptuous child.
"The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross But Christy Winters or even you Jonathan Edwards? Neither of you is in no way, shape, or form the right man or woman for this job.
I may be hurt, I may be cracked, I may even be broken!
But I am still the fucking "The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross.
And let me tell you a secret... If you crack a furnace, the flames do not go out.
My fire, my passion? It burns as strong as it ever has! Nobody can destroy what burns within my soul! My desire to win, my yearning to do the impossible no matter what the cost! When people like you Edwards or even you Winters took any weapon in your hand and landed a dastardly blow, it did nothing! To that desire, that passion! There is not a man alive who can ever take that from me!
Which brings me back again to both of you, Winters and Edwards. I ask you, where is your passion, your desire, your flame?
What do you bring to me that sets you apart, that makes you able to do what so many competitors before you have failed to?
You two bring nothing! To me. People like you two have hurled at me limp, lifeless, passionless declarations! You labelled me a victim without a single thought to what I am capable of! When a shark smells blood in the water, he does not ignorantly boast about what he is capable of, no! The smell drives him into a frenzy, a crazed blood lust that pushes him, that drives him, that turns a killer into a motherfucking force of nature!
And you? A select few of you have seen me at a lower point than I have been in months, at a point where you have every single conceivable advantage, where the world is telling me to simply walk away for my own good! And you see all of this, and people like you sit there behind your keyboards or whatever other device you use and smugly talk about your “first victim” as though you are expecting to be handed anything!
Such blatant ignorance, such idiocy, such apathy for just what I have done and what I am capable of doing, title match or not... I can’t even be upset. I honestly feel a little sorry for you, Winters and Edwards!
You have been dropped into my shark tank, but you are no shark... You’re a deer caught in the goddamned headlights. You’re staring death in the face, coming at you with no intention of slowing down, and all you can do is simply watch it happen!
His breath has become labored as he speaks, and he stumbles slightly, his hand gingerly grasping at his head for a moment, but he quickly collects himself. After shaking his head slightly, he stares directly into the camera, his eyes narrowing as a look of pure and utter contempt consumes his expression.
"The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross I may be cracked, Winters and Edwards, hell, I might even be broken. But the truth is that I can tell, even damaged, I’m still better than either of you on your best day. Weakness in this place does not last. The sharks may smell blood in the water, Winters and Edwards. But it’s not my weakness they’re sensing. It’s yours. See you both Sunday.
He turns towards the beach as the camera slowly pans around the shoreline, the last image leaving the viewer with his form silhouetted against the sunrise. Then the scene changes back to be into the cell of "The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross. We see that he is sitting in a meditative state when his eyes violently open with a familiar red tint.
Orin Edwards and Winters, I am going to make this short, sweet and simplistic as possible.
Then like a bolt, he is suddenly up and staring directly into the camera that is outside of his cell.
Orin THE JOKE'S ON YOU!
Then he starts to try and attack at the camera as the scene fades to black indicting he is more than ready to rip Christy Winters and Jonathan Edwards limb from limb.
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Post by Belladonna Anderson on Sept 11, 2020 22:09:20 GMT -5
Epilogue: Previously on the World Wrestling Headquarters federation's Dystopia show, there was a Qualifying match in the Shogun tournament as the people who was seen wrestling each other was Dakota Rabbit who was representing the country Vietnam and her opponent was the woman who is known as "Lady Huntress" Belladonna Hunter who was seen representing the country England. The match was seen going somewhat alright what the person who was seen making Miss Hunter's life a living breathing hell, Chris Matthews, decided to try to come on down to the ring , he hit his Reign of Thunder on Dakota, getting Belladonna disqualified. That really did make the orange haired woman all shades of pissed off to no end. She starts breaking equipment outside of the ring. Everything from chairs, mics, the laptop of Jacob and Caleb. That is when we see Paige Matthews coming out and the fans start to cheer. She’s wearing a black leather jacket, black leggings, white top, and black heels. The blonde haired woman was heard saying right to Belladonna while showing very much concern towards the lady.
PAIGE MATTHEWS Hello Hunter, it seems you have some anger issues. You’re destroying some very expensive equipment. So, with that being said, I think we have the perfect place for your little anger issues. Boys, please come out here and take her away.
We see a bunch of Orderlies running down the ring. She runs away but one of them tackles her to the floor.
PAIGE MATTHEWS Hunter, welcome to the SANATORIUM. There, we’ll treat you well.
One of the orderlies puts her in a straitjacket and helps her up the ramp as the fans start to cheer. They take her back as Paige follows. The camera is following backstage and they put her in the back of an Asylum van. Paige then enters her car as the van drives off and she follows. The first scene was seen ending as the van was seen leaving the arena to take Miss Hunter to her new home.
Scene#1: Arriving At The Asylum To Get Treated and Checked In
Mood In The First Scene: Feeling Anger
The first scene is seen taking place inside of The Asylum where the inmates are being checked in to stay to get treated and taken care of. One of the newest people who was seen getting checked in was the woman who is known in the fed as "Lady Huntress" Belladonna Hunter. She's now has been charged with breaking personal items. She was led into the scary place and was taken into Dr. Paige Matthews's office. There was a bed seen in the room so Miss Matthews was seen getting our the needle and vile to try to calm down Miss Hunter. When Belladonna seen that, she kicked the " medicine" out of Dr. Matthews hands. The orderlies was now seen holding down as Paige was finally seen giving Miss Hunter the antidote to calm her down. She fell asleep and the orderlies was seen taking Belladonna to her room so that she can sleep it off.
Scene#2: Waking Up In A New Room and Talking To Dr. Paige Matthews About Some Things
Mood In The Second Scene: Feeling All Shades Of The Unknown
The next day, she was seen waking up in her room inside of the Asylum. She got up from her bed and went to go get some water to drink. She drank from the water cup when she heard a knock on the door. She went to go answer the door and seen standing right in front of her was Dr. Matthews herself. The blonde haired woman was heard saying right back to the orange haired woman.
Dr. Paige Matthews: Hello there! My name's Dr. Paige Matthews and I am here to do your check in evaluation that you didn't let me do. I clearly understand of what you are going through. You are brought in here on the charge of breaking personal property. Can you please tell me why that happened to you?
The orange haired woman was heard saying right back to the Doctor.
"Lady Huntress" Belladonna Hunter: It was because I was losing matches. I have only won two but the rest was epically failing. Plus, Chris Matthews was coming down hard on me because I talked trash about his precious Pandora. It's called trash talking. If I had said anything about her, I deeply apologize.
She was seen breaking down in strong tears. The doctor noticed this and went to go grab the orange haired woman and let her cry it all out. Paige grabbed some tissue and gave it to Miss Hunter to dry her eyes. They continued to get to know each other as the second scene was seen fading into black.
Scene#3: Seeing The Upcoming Sunday Night Sanatorium Show Card and Feeling All Shades of Surprised To See Her Name On The Card
Mood In The Third Scene: Feeling All Shades Of Surprised
About a good couple of days later, everyone in the Sanatorium Asylum was seen being given the new Sunday Night Sanatorium show card. The orange haired woman was pleasantly surprised to see that her name was on the card. She's getting a chance to team up with a man who goes by the name of Chucky Ross also known as The Jester. They are due to be facing the team of Jonathan Edwards and his unlikely tag team partner, Christy Winters. She decided to do some research on her opponents to get herself prepared for her Sanatorium show debut.
Scene#4: Winters and Edwards, You Both Don't Know ANYTHING About Me!
Mood In The Fourth Scene: Feeling All Shades Of Determined To Break The Losing Streak Of Hers
She was seen sitting in the dining room area and said right back to herself.
Belladonna: Chuckie Ross, I am very happy to be teaming up with you in the upcoming Sanatorium show. I have really great respect towards you. Now moving forward to our opponents in the tag team match. Christy, you don't know a single damn about me. Also,how dare you talk down about my tag team partner. So what if he's a clown face painting, trying to play a joking game on anyone. He really deserves to be treated as a human being. Chuckie, I am so sorry that you are having a bully such as Miss Winters treat you so very much badly. You call yourself a cannibal? Try to " eat" me but before that happens, you will get a size nine shoes go to your face and rearrange your face. Mr. Edwards, we haven't heard anything from you. Why is that? You want to see your opponents to stay down? I refuse to stay down. I also refuse to kiss your ass. Edwards and Winters, if you think that you can beat me or Chuckie, you got another thing coming. Me and Chuckie are going to fight like hell to prove to the both of you two that we belong in YOUR universe. If you excuse me, I'm going to go meet up with my tag team partner. Ta! Ta!
She was seen leaving the dining room area and go to meet up with her tag team partner to discuss the match.
THE END
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Post by 𝘑𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘌𝘋𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘋 on Sept 11, 2020 22:53:54 GMT -5
I'M BEYOND THE ARCHETYPE! NO MATTER HOW YOU SHAKE MY CORE!
Edwards has done everything to prove that he can fight. He’s shown the world that he shall always rise to the occasion. There has been nothing that Edwards would do to shut Tora and Chucky up. The thing is, he has shown that he can bring the fight when it counts. Edwards has shown that he can stand the madness and chaos that runs around the place of the Sanatorium. Now he’s forced to go in a tag team match and having to team up with Christy Winters and they’re taking on Chucky Ross and Belladonna Hunter.
The scene comes up in Cell A-10 and on that cell, it says, Jonathan Edwards. The cell was dark – yet a single beam on lights is flashing and that light is only showing half of Jonathan Edward's face. With the light, you can see him wearing a white sleeveless shirt, black loose-fitting jeans, and black steel toe boots. We see his smirk forming – but went dead after a few seconds.
“Rise? It was makes all become better than who are. It helps us achieve the goal that we all think is out of reach – but not for me. I’m close to getting what I truly deserve and that is the Demolition championship. But for now, I let that slide and focus on something more important and that is this tag team match that I’m put in. I can’t say that I’m happy about, cause I’m not but if it gets me a chance to hurt someone then I’m down for it. But anyone who knows me knows that I’m all about making people hurt.”
“Now, I haven’t heard anything from Belladonna yet – so, I’ll let her be...for now. Until then, I’m going to talk about Chucky Ross. A man that’s been a thorn in my side and keeps claiming that he deserves a shot when he doesn’t. If there is anyone who deserves a shot, it’s me. Chucky, you and I’ve been fighting for so long. We’ve gone after each other's throat because we both want to be the one to fight Tora and take away a title that he’s tarnishing, and we both know that deep down – he’s not worthy of holding that belt. The man has pretty much proven that he doesn’t care.”
He moves into the light until his whole body is being shown. Edwards knows that he was speaking the truth. Edwards also knows that Ross won’t listen to him.
“Come on, Ross, you know exactly what I’m talking about. You can’t deny that Tora holding the belt is going to destroy what he believes it should be. He even said that he’s going to put it in the trash where it belongs, and we can’t have that, can we? You know as well as I do that the belt that Tora holds is going to be gone if we let that fucker continue to hold it. But I know deep down that you don't care as much as you should. But guess what? I care deeply and I'll be damn if I let Tora continue to hold something that means a lot to this company.”
He moves towards the cell as it slowly opens. The inmates are all yelling as Jonathan Edwards steps out of his cell. He was then taken to the front door as to which is opens. He is now outside looking at the dark sky.
“Nighttime. The time where I remember me and Chucky going at it on top of the Sanatorium and fighting for our lives. I remember that clearly because it was raining, thundering, and lightning. It was almost like a scene from a movie – yet, it wasn’t. The things that I remember makes my blood run with excitement.”
He gets a smile on his face as the door shuts. He walks forward and turns towards the camera that is behind him. He doesn’t move and gets a huge smirk on his face.
“But I guess that’s the enjoyment of it all, isn’t it? I enjoy showing what I can do in that ring and this match is going to be no different than any other match that I’ve been in – well, tag team-wise. Considering this is my first-time teaming with someone I guess I have to think about all the things that come with it. Normally, I would think about myself but this time, this time I have to get help to win. I guess you can say I’ll take no matter how much I hate it. But I guess that gives me more damage to inflict upon both you and Hunter, isn’t it? Do you want to know something, Ross? I’m going to enjoy every single second. I’m going to enjoy punishing you both and showing the world that I’m the man that will fight Tora and bring home the Demolition championship to where it belongs.”
As he was speaking, we see a figure walking up to the gate and it's his girl, Amber Brunning. She’s wearing a nice leopard print top, black leggings, black heel boots, and a white fur coat that he bought for her. He walks up to the gate and he smiles at her.
“Here there, handsome. It seems like this place is making you go crazier than usual.”
“You have no idea. I’m being forced to be in a match that is a tag team match. I don’t care about people – yet, here I am being in a match like this. How can they do something like that?”
“Because they want to see if you can help out people other than yourself.”
“Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? I would rather stub my toe on a metal bar than having to help someone out. Seriously, this is just some bullshit. But I guess I have no choice but to keep moving forward fighting whatever the hell they put me in.”
He lowers his head as he takes a moment to breathe in. He wants to think about everything. Amber smiles as she puts her finger through the opening of the gate and raises his head to look at her.
“Don’t think like that, babe. You’re doing everything that’ll make everything that much better. You’ve always risen above and beyond without thinking twice. So, you go out there and fight the way you always fight. Don’t think about all the critics or what other wrestlers say about you. You go out there and show them why you’re a bare-knuckle fighter. I always have believed in you when nobody else has.”
“Thank you, Amber. Being here alone and away from you is driving me crazy. But seeing you here and now has made my life that much better.”
“Shhhhh...don't talk, Jonathan. I know you, and you don't let your talking speak for you. You let your actions do the talking. ”
“You're right, Amber. I do let my action speak for me.”
The talking that Amber gave him pumped him up. He now knows that it was time to get him veins pumping with this promo. He backs away from the gate as Amber stands there and smiles at him. He turns his back and looks at the camera.
“You can understand why I believe in myself. You can understand that I want to do nothing but come out of this match with my hands raised in the air. Chucky and Hunter, I get it, you want to make something of yourself here in the Sanatorium -- sorry, scratch that, I know Ross has already proven himself in this pit of hell. But Ross, you need to understand that I'm going to hurt to send a message to Tora and his goons. I want to make sure that you understand that this a fight that you nor Hunter can win.”
"Which brings me to you, Hunter. I saw what happened at Dystopia and now look at you. You're in this pit with the rest of crazies. I hope you enjoy your stay because I'll make sure to welcome you here during Sanatorium. I hope what Paige did to you will make you understand what you got going here.
He moves forward towards the outside of the building. He goes towards the brick wall and plants his back against it. He slowly slides down and continued.
“Hunter, you need to realize what is going to happen here. You're here because you broke some equipment. So scary you are...but guess what? I'm a lot worse and I can tell you right now that I'm going to hurt you and show you how much more dangerous it is down in the pit. This pit that you got yourself thrown into is going to change for the worse. It's something that you never thought was possible and I honestly can't wait to humiliate you on your debut here. Do you want to know why Hunter? Because I don't care about you nor do I care about your partner, Chucky. I've been through the grinder here in the Sanatorium and you best believe that I'm going to enjoy hurting you.”
"I just hope you can keep your mind focus on this match instead of Chris Matthews. Yeah, I know what he's been doing. He's been making your life a living hell because of what you said. I know Chris better than anyone. He was the security guard along with Everett Aloni and Ryan Reigns. Their job was to protect the founding members of Platinum Inc. Whatever you did to piss him off is going to be a scared life for you. If I know Chris, he's going to continue to make you fear for your life. But you know something else, Hunter? Sleep with one eye open. Cause Chris, the way I know him will be coming at you hard and fast."
"As for you, Winters, I hope you're ready for this fight? I want to make sure that these two are humiliated inside of that ring. I expect you to do your job and more. These two stand no chance as long as you listen to me and understand. Winter, be ready, and be prepared. The fight, is coming and it won't be pretty -- I can assure you of that.
He stands up and tilts his head to the side of a bit while he finished what he needs to say.
“I want you two to understand that I'm not your friend in that ring, I'm your worse enemy. When we get in that ring, I want you two to listen closely to what I have to say, alright?"
He chuckled as he brings his fist up and grunts at the camera. You see the tattoo on his fingers saying 'STAY DOWN' in all capital letters.
“When you two get knocked down, I suggest you two to STAY DOWN permanently.”
He lowers his hands as the scene finally fades to black.
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