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Post by Nirvana on Jun 14, 2017 22:59:06 GMT -8
We open to a ten mile section of the CPW midway where an obstacle course has been set up. A ten mile long obstacle course which begins with the classic trench crawling under barbed wire for about a mile. Following this one must swim across a moat or jump across swinging platforms to reach the other side. Once that is complete there is a vertical climb of about ten feet, and then the climb down. Past the midway point one would find a series of hurdles, each one wrapped in barbed wire to encourage participants to avoid them.
Finally, a dangerous trudge through deep wet sand that has taken the properties of quicksand. Once that is complete, the finish line awaits you, as well as a trophy for the wrestler that completes the course in the fastest time!
A crowd begins to form around the makeshift, carny obstacle course. From the left side of the screen comes the ever present, and quite frankly demonic, Gus the Bust. His Bozo Brigade is with him. With a wave of the hand, his clowns begin to hide among the course in an attempt to make the difficult task even harder.
Gus: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm proud to bring to you my OBSTACLE COURSE OF DEATH! This is ten miles of carny carnage, wrapped up in a nice little gift for all the kiddies to enjoy. In addition, my Bozo Brigade lies in wait for anyone unlucky enough to cross their path! Indeed, this is not for the faint of heart! So who, I ask, who is courageous enough to challenge my carny course?
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Post by Anna on Jun 16, 2017 7:51:30 GMT -8
Suddenly, Gus feels a tugs on his distastefully colored pants. There's no announcement as to who is stepping up. But from what the people can see, it looks like a very small child in a Tiger Mask Red...well, mask.
"Get away, kid. This isn't for you." The clown sneers in disgust.
The little Tiger doesn't seem all that bothered. In fact, he stares up at the Pennywise looking fuckwit with the blankest of all stares. In face, it's the only stare he can give. This was the moment that they could tell something was...off. His "eyes", if you would call them as such, are tiny beads of black on an oversized head. His hands had no fingers, nor did his feet have any toes. His flesh isn't flesh at all. Gus scowls.
"I SAID GET OUT OF HERE!"
He rages as he kicks at the Tiger, trying to punt it out of sight. The little guy doesn't move. Gus' shin collides with steel bone. A whole lot of hopping around and and thankfully unamplified cussing begins.
PuppetTiger says nothing and crawls toward the barbed wire.
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Post by Anna on Jun 16, 2017 8:25:05 GMT -8
PuppetTiger may have only been created a week ago. But he had heard from the humans about the concept of barbed wire and just how much if hurts. That was the kind of pain he wanted to feel and he finds himself disappointed at not doing so. He was too small. The barbs were above him.
So he stood.
Even while standing, they barely grazed his head. He sighs. What good is doing this if he can't feel it?
A Puppet's mind is a hard thing to explain, you see. The personality of one is an exaggeration and oversimplification of the human its designed to look like. PuppetTiger doesn't know that though. But he knows what he feels and what he feels is an ache. An ache he can't fully put into words. As he walks under the wire, he tries to make some sort of sense of it. I feel this and it hurts and the only way I'll feel better is if I hurt on the outside. That sounds ridiculous. Crazy even.
But I am crazy.
This thought--was it really his?--brought a one-two punch of emotions. On one hand, the ache only got deeper. On the other, there was this other thing. A swelling in his chest. A strange confidence.
Who am I?
The question disturbed him but the disturbance didn't last long as finally, one of the barbs snagged his felt skin. It felt bad in the fact that it hurt. Yet it felt good in that it forced him to ignore the ache.
He pulled himself off of the barb. He ran.
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Post by Anna on Jun 16, 2017 8:56:38 GMT -8
Beyond the canopy of barbed wire is a giant puddle of wet stuff. He touches with his foot. The wet stuff is cold and makes his foot heavy. He tries to jump on one of the platforms but the weight on said foot makes that hard to do.
But I have to get across.
So taking a deep breath, PuppetTiger plunges into the giant puddle. Immediately, he gets heavier and heavier as he swims frantically. He's gasping for air as his body sinks. Being halfway across the moat, his head is barely under the water.
Gotta keep going...
But the limbs, equal parts machine and stuffing, are giving him some trouble just as he reaches the edge. Soon thereafter, the top of his head dunks under the water and doesn't reappear. He tries to swim but...
Do I want to die?
He keeps sinking. Like a rock. At the bottom, he is puzzled.
Shouldn't I be drowning by now?
But he isn't. With this frightening discovery, he walks along the bottom, searching for a way out.
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Post by Buck U on Jun 16, 2017 9:34:18 GMT -8
A confused Tiger Mask Red materializes at the starting line with Puppet Liza just in time to see Puppet Tiger running through the barbwire and disappearing into the water.
"Son...?"
The mentally strained masked man immediately drops down and starts crawling through the barbwire.
"You realize that's a puppet, don't you," a voice in his head whispers.
"Fuck... off, Castor," he growls through gritted teeth as the barbwire scratches at his back.
He tries to ignore the pain as he crawls along. It makes little difference what the puppet is. It looked like him and that's all that mattered. He had not been allowed to see his son for days, his wife had stopped talking to him and kicked him out. Tiger felt broken for days, he was losing his mind, Castor was trying to take over. He needed something, someone, that he could reach out and grab. The puppet would do.
Reaching the end of the barbwire. Tiger Mask Refstoodnup and looked along the water's edge, Puppet Tiget was no where to be seen. Without further thought, he dove into the water and continued his search.
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Post by Anna on Jun 16, 2017 10:43:11 GMT -8
The little Tiger is in the depths clawing the side of the moat, trying (and failing) to bring himself back to the surface. But why was he trying so hard?
The ache's still here.
Even newly awoken, he hated this feeling more than anything else. And most importantly, he didn't wish to stay here. Something drives him towards the belief that staying sunk isn't going to do him any favors.
There's something more. I have to fight.
He doesn't know why this thought lives. He doesn't get a chance to either as a WOOSH goes through the wet stuff. He turns around and looks up at the form of a man, graceful in his dive and frantic in his searching.
He's lost.
So am I, big guy.
He tries to swim up to the big guy.
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Post by Mariano Fernandez on Jun 16, 2017 18:14:33 GMT -8
The sound of a very LARGE engine thunders in the sky, and Gus and the rest of the attendees look up in confusion as a 1942 C-47 Skycrane plane hovers right on top of their heads. But as if it were not enough, a loud, sharp scream is heard from the sky."YEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWW!"
A sharp metallic sound later, a parachute unfurls and DA #TROLL GUY Mariano Fernandez drops down from the plane, landing safely in a crouching position in front of the puzzled audience, soon rising and making a soldier salute.
"SCREAMING EAGLES, AT YOUR SERVICE!" One more time undaunted by the menacing looks of the obstacle course, Mariano steps to its entrance. But by the looks of him and the attire he's wearing, while completely prepared, he seems to be... in the wrong place. "Mang, the view was better from the plane..."Dressed up in bonafide World War Two fashion, in a green 101st Airborne Division paratrooper uniform complete with a shoulder patch in the shape of an eagle, crowned by the word "AIRBORNE", face painted in green and black, and carrying what looks like a M1 Garand rifle, Mariano salutes Gus and the rest of the people in attendance, then takes off right in."HIT THE DIRT TROOPERS! GOGOGOGOGO!"Mariano dives under the barbed wire trench, crawling down holding his helmet as if he was somehow being shot."WE'RE AIRBORNE MANG, WE'RE MEANT TO BE SURROUNDED!"Midway through the trench, though, he realizes there's no guns of any kind shooting, nor any bullets whizzling over head. "Hmm... Jerry must be laying an ambush or something, mang. Eagles, keep your eyes peeled! We're getting through this quick and clean, you hear me? Quick and clean!"Right at the opening of the trench, Mariano is approached by two bozos."CONTACT! KRAUT INFANTRY!"*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *DING!* He opens fire, which of course, is firing blanks, making nothing but a crack and a characteristic ding when the magazine goes empty, at which he reloads. "Stand down! Enemy destroyed!"With the two bozos "dispatched", Mariano reaches the moat. He pulls out a map from one of his pockets, surveying it.
"Direct route runs right into the German guns, mang. We take the flank - it might get us wet, but it's not gonna get us killed. We regroup with Able Company when we're through the swamp. Stay sharp."He dives right in to the moat, holding his rifle up, then slings it to his back as he must start swimming. Once he makes it through, he's being expected by another group of bozos, popping out from the wilderness around the puddle.
"AMBUSH! THIS IS IT, CHICOS! GIVE 'EM HELL!" Once again, he takes to his rifle. *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *DING!*
"IT'S NO GOOD! FEED 'EM A FUCKIN' PINEAPPLE!"He takes out a "grenade" from his pocket, which turns out to be a literal pineapple, and tosses it at one of the demonic clowns, hitting him right in the face. The rest of the clowns scatter, although it can't be certain whether the "grenade" did any actual damage. Reloading his rifle again, Mariano reaches the vertical climb.
"We gotta get up there and take out those coastal guns, mang! STAND TO!"He begins the arduous climb, lifting himself up bit by bit, soaking wet equipment included, until he manages to reach the top."God DAMNIT MANG, THE GUNS AREN'T HERE!" From his backpack he takes out a radio, holding one of its headphones to his ear."SIR! THE GUNS AREN'T HERE! REPEAT! THE - GUNS - AREN'T - HERE! The Krauts must've moved them someplace else!"After a short while of listening, he removes it, ducking and clutching his helmet as if a bullet just grazed him, and yells once again to no one in particular.
"Well hell, keep movin', mang, we're sittin' ducks out here! Head for rally point Baker and set up that GOD DAMNED roadblock! GET YOUR BUTTS MOBILE!"Mariano climbs down, dropping a few inches from the ground into a combat roll, his rifle once again ready. With no "enemies", either real or perceived, in sight, he motions his non-existent company to move out.
"LOOK ALIVE, CHICOS, GO!"
Double-timing it down the course, he comes across the barbed-wire hurdles.
"Well shit, mang - looks like Jerry was expecting us all along. Keep your wits about and your asses covered - let's move out!"He starts navigating the hurdles, vaulting over one, but another squad of the Bozo Brigade pops up ready to attack. This time, however, Mariano is ready, spraying bullets like there were actual Nazi soldiers down his sights.
*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!*
"RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! Die you FUCKS, DIE!"
*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *DING!*
And there he goes one more time, going one hurdle over the other, but his foot gets caught on the last one, driving him to the ground."ARGH! I'M HIT! WHAT? NO I DON'T WANT NO FUCKIN' MORPHINE, MANG! WHAT IS THIS, YOUR AUNT FANNY'S DANCE OR SOMETHIN'!? I WANT THIS GODDAMNED PLATOON ON THE MOVE!"Lifting himself up, limping at first, but making a makeshift bandage out of the American flag, he reaches the quicksand."Ain't no goddamned other way, mang, so here we go! ATTACK!"One more time holding his rifle up his head, he makes his way into the quicksand, until everything but his head and his hands are buried underneath. Soon enough, there's no other way to go but forward."If I don't make it outta here, chicos, tell Paige I love her. Also send my regards to that Nordic lady up in Britain - tell her we'll meet again in Sovngarde."He takes a deep breath."We gotta take Caen to take St. Lô. We gotta take St. Lô to take Valognes. Valognes, you got Cherbourg. Cherbourg, you got Paris. Paris, you got Berlin... And then that big boat home."Mariano goes right in, holding his breath as he keeps his rifle up, moving through the quicksand at a snail's pace. As he makes it through, he gasps for air, but suddenly a Bozo leaps at him!"MOTHERFUCK-!"He jams the butt of his rifle into the bozo's stomach, staggering him back, then another bash to the bozo's head sends him to the ground, then emptying his remaining clip into him.*CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!* *DING!* "HOO-AH! AIRBORNE TARGET IS DEAD!" Exhausted, limping, and filthy with swamp water, mud, blood, sweat and tears, he crosses the finish line, dropping to his wounded leg's knee, and planting an American flag in the ground, again grabbing his radio."Baker One-Six calling Sugar Charlie Six! Located Pointe du Hoc - mission accomplished - need ammunition and reinforcements - many casualties. Over! Wilco. Out!"He sits down, looking at the flag dramatically wave in the wind, as the audience starts a round of applause."Wait a second... why didn't I get shot, mang?"
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Post by Buck U on Jun 16, 2017 20:21:35 GMT -8
Tiger Mask Red searches the water for PuppetTiger. Is it possible the little creature had somehow managed to make it across the swamp?
He was just about to turn around and head back to the starting line when a soccer mom with a five o'clock shadow, in army fatigues swam past him and started and began fighting clowns. Was that a pineapple he threw at them? All the clowns scattered and fell down.
"Clowns," he grumbled.
*Tell me about it,* Castor agreed.
"Really? You get to use astrixes when you talk?"
*Deal with it... Tiggie.*
Tiger climbed out of the water and started moving onto the next obstacle. Maybe he was mistaken and PuppetTiger had made it to the vertical climb.
One of the clowns rushed forward and attempted to attack him. The poor bastard never stood a chance. Tiger broke his nose with a upward palm strike, then grabbed the stunned clown by the head and snapped his neck. As the clown's lifeless body feel to the ground he turned to the other clowns.
*Anyone else want to die tonight?*
The clowns quickly scattered and Tiger moved on.
*Clowns!*
"Tell me about it."
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Post by Anna on Jun 17, 2017 6:47:50 GMT -8
PuppetTiger is restless under the water when he feels a tap on the shoulder. He turns around to see a member of the Bozo Brigade smiles viciously trying to attack him. With no real choice in the matter, the little Tiger looks down and performs a staggering haymaker punch in the Bozo's general direction. He expects to be ripped apart at any moment...
A muffled howl forces him to look up. The grease painted minion has scratches on his face. The puppet looks at his "hand".
I have claws?
It's impossible for a puppet to express any real emotions on their face, mainly because they lack facial features. However, he could almost feel his eyes widen as he realizes that the claws are there. He wills them to porve thier existance.
In. Out. In.
The watery yell of the clown manages to snap him out of it. The multi-colored asshole rushes for him!
Out!
With ferocity, he claws the clown again aiming for anything he can get to. All of the flailing succeeds as he nails his adversary right in the eye! With another drowned out scream and a hand to his face, the clown scowls and prepares his inflatable pants for retreat. If words were a thing underwater, this dude would be saying something along the lines of "they don't pay me enough for this shit."
Seeing the clown begin to float, PuppetTiger's will strengthens as he hooks a claw to rainbow colored suspenders! Bozo tries to to wiggle out of his grip, hammering him with fists. But they both float up together still fighting until the Tiger jabs at the inflatapants. The rush of air cause them to be propelled out of the water and into the skies! The duo flies past TMR on the vertical climb--
Hey again, big guy! You look familiar!
--and at their height, PuppetTiger can see another guy at the very end of the obstacle course in army fatigues and a trollface. The Bozo minion takes advantage of the little Tiger's distraction, finally ripping him off of the suspenders and throwing him down hard. PuppetTiger braces for impact and it comes all too quick, head first, stunning him.
Clowns.
He sits up a little...then lays right back down. The flight had caused him to bypass the hurdles altogether with the landing placing him a cunt hair away from quicksand.
The crowd cheers.
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Post by Buck U on Jun 17, 2017 8:19:41 GMT -8
*Did that puppet just go flying over us on top of a clown?*
Tiger looks overhead as he reaches the top of the wall and laughed "That's my boy!"
*Seriously, that Jim Henson ripoff isn't your son. That bitch of a wife has your son hold up with her in Canada!*
Tiger ignores Castor and looks around. As relieved as he was that PuppetTiger was out of harm's way, there was still some a few barbwire covered obstacles to go, plus the quicksand. He was beginning to wonder how best to tackle the rest of the course when he saw a mob of clowns forming, waiting for him to come down.
*More clowns? Didn't they get the message when we killed that motherfucker?*
Tiger looked around. There was no easy way out of this situation. A crazy thought entered his mind.
*You really are crazy!*
Tiger stood on top of the wall and offered up a prayer to the wrestling god (who apparently looks like his long dead mother). The clowns cried out in surprise as he leap from the wall and came crashing down onto them.
*YOU ARE CRAZY!*
Tiger groaned as he climbed to his feet and punched a clown in the face.
"Says the homicidal maniac living rent free in my head."
*Shut up and kill these fools.*
Tiger grabbed a bat with nails sticking out of it off one of the fallen clowns and started swinging, smashing heads as he went along, all the while backing towards the next obstacle.
"Six, seven, eight, nine..."
He winced in pain, feeling a sharp sting on the back of his leg. Tiger looked behind him and saw the first of the barbwire covered barricades. The remaining clowns chuckled believing they had him cornered. They soon realized their mistake when Tiger grabbed the closest one and monkey-flipped him on the barricade and stepped on him as he hopped over. The clowns followed him, stepping over their compatriot, who howled with pain,
*Dumb shits, aren't they?*
Tiger grabbed another clown at the next barricade and threw him on top of it and repeated what he had done before and the clowns followed him, this time a bit more hesitant. There's no cure for stupid though as barricade after barricade Tiger continued to use the clowns one by one to get over them.
At long last Tiger reached the quicksand. He turned to see there was only two clowns left.
"We've got him now, Harold!"
"Let's get him, Reno!"
*Seriously?*
Tiger cracked his knuckles.
"I'm going to enjoy this."
Moments later the bloodied corpses of Reno and Garold laid face down in the sand. Tiger walked calmly across the them and past the finish line.
"Now then, where's that puppet gone?"
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Post by Anna on Jun 17, 2017 9:15:34 GMT -8
After a few moments, PuppetTiger begins to rise to his feet when a buzzing in his head seems to warn him of a thing.
Another puddle.
Different stuff though. Not quite wet, but grainy. And every though he didn't know what the grainy stuff was, he knew it was dangerous. He didn't have that much time to think however as another clown jumps over the hurdles and is approaching speedily. PuppetTiger didn't move. He stood perfectly still. In that moment in time, everything slowed down in his head. He wouldn't budge from the path. The ache returned.
I could just let this guy end it. That's all I want, really.
Then he looked up at the Big-Guy-Who-Looks-Familiar as he dove onto the clowns. His heart(?) thumps.
That guy's crazy.
Thump.
He could let them end it for him too. But he keeps fighting. Why?
Thump.
Why do we keep fighting?
Why does he look familiar?
Why did he call me son?
Thump.
He didn't breathe. Watching the Big-Guy-Who-Looks-Familiar punch a clown in the face, he analyzes the mask. Every bit. Down to the last detail. A memory flashed in his head. He saw himself in a glass thingy when he woke up in that tent.
Thump.
PuppetTiger sidesteps. The clown speeds past, half sunk in the puddle before he realizes what the hell has happened. The puppet doesn't care about that. His attention is on the Bozo Army just beside the hurdles. Their attention is fixed on the guy. They want his blood. PuppetTiger doesn't know much. But he can analyze one thing.
I must save Big Guy.
His eyes glow as he hurtles towards TMR just as the clowns get in his way. The claws are out. It happens in an instant. Ankels are sliced, tendons ruptured. He doesn't know how fast he's going. He doesn't care. All he knows is that they're falling if not from his claws then from Big Guy's blows until he's close.
He hooks on to Big Guy's pant leg.
He watches the last two get murdered.
And when the question was asked, he tugs at the pant leg and asks a question in a soft voice.
"Are you...me?"
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Post by Buck U on Jun 17, 2017 14:45:47 GMT -8
*Kill him!*
"Oh shut up," Tiger replied, give Castor a mental flick to the nose.
Tiger kneels down in front of the puppet.
"Not sure, little one, but we... I... know who to ask."
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Post by Anna on Jun 17, 2017 15:08:21 GMT -8
Although he cannot smile, PuppetTiger gives off a rather excited vibe though he tries not to show it. He looks into TMR's eyes, noticing a similar glimmer like his own, and nods.
"I need to follow you then. I don't know anyone else here and I don't like clowns."
He wants answers too. Who are we? What are we? Why is the ache there? But that doesn't matter as much right now.
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Post by Buck U on Jun 17, 2017 17:01:07 GMT -8
Tiger Mask Red picks up the puppet and they wake into the sunset together... because the med tent is in the direction.
Meanwhile at the starting line Gus is cursing. Stupid Tiger and his Mini Me had decimated most of his minions.
He was just about to yelling at someone to bring him more clowns when he his phone chimed. Looking down at his phone he read the following:
Dear Fuckhead, sorry we can't participate in your obstacle course of doom but Hammerstein and me are in Paris, France sipping on champagne with and enjoying our king sized bed. I hope my brother burns your face off for no particular reason.
With love from Paris, Holly Hammerstein
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Post by redd on Jun 20, 2017 8:38:43 GMT -8
In the distance we see the giant, nah, the gargantuan form of REDD Thunder. He is on top of a hill, looking at the stars. He cracks his head back and forth, and thinks to himself "Its time" before leaping hundreds of feet into the air, and landing in the Midway. His fist cracks the pavement and dozens of people attending the carnival go flying into the air. As he lands, seconds later a loud thunder clap is heard as the rain clouds swarm around him and rain begins to fall. He stands up, water forming around his chin and mask and falling to the ground, and he begins to run. As his massive footsteps create cracks in the pavement and water formed in pools start to splash all around him, he finally finds his prey......
The beginning of the dreaded OBSTACLE COURSE OF DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Redd points at it, screaming at the start of the course*
REDD NOT AGAIN....YOU WILL NOT CLAIM THE LIVES OF ANYMORE MEN WOMEN OR CHILDREN...UNLESS THEY ARE REDHEADED STEP CHILDREN BECAUSE NO ONE LIKES THEM....TODAY I RUN THROUGH YOU AND OVER YOU AND BY YOU AND ALL SORTS OF OTHER PREPOSITIONS. FOR TODAY REDD CONQUERS THE OBSTACLE COURSE OF DOOM ONCE AND FOR ALL!!!
OUR BATTLE BEGAN MANY YEARS AGO DURING DESERT STORM. PRESIDENT BUSH HAD ASKED ME TO CONTROL SOME OF THE FIGHTING IN IRAQ AND SO I OBLIGED BUT WHEN I ARRIVED....WHAT LAID BEFORE ME WAS THIS VERY SAME OBSTACLE COURSE OF DOOM....IT HAD CLAIMED THE LIVES OF OVER 400 THOUSAND AMERICAN SOLDIERS AND HAD NEARLY TWICE THAT IN CAGES ALL THROUGHOUT THE COURSE. SO I ENTERED AND WAS FOREVER CHANGED. AND WHILE I WAS ABLE TO SAVE ALL THE SOLDIERS EXCPET FOR ONE WHO DECIDED IT WOULD BE BETTER TO STAY BEHIND FOR HE COULD NOT OVERCOME THE ATROCITIES HE HAD SEEN. I FIGHT THIS FOR THAT MAN...AND FOR ALL THE OTHER MEN. BUT MAINLY I FIGHT FOR ME.....
*And with that Thunder enters the course....*
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