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| Jason Wheeler vs. Damian Angel | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 29 2007, 12:12 AM (205 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Jun 29 2007, 12:12 AM Post #1 |
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Jason Wheeler vs. Damian Angel RP Limit: 3 RP limit per singles match, Deadline: 11:59 pm EST Tuesday, July 3, 2007 |
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| Damian Angel | Jul 3 2007, 07:15 PM Post #2 |
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The War Within Part 1 of the Legacy Saga Mercy: the idea that man is deserving of some form of relenting in the midst of a war. Rage: a human emotion resulting in irrational activity. Cunning: using every ounce of creativity and mental faculties as a means to outwit, out-maneuver or outthink another. Complacency: a comfort level where one settles into a comfortable position, not taking legitimate threats seriously. All four of these emotions, ideologies or thought-processes exist in each man. However, that stands alone as the only similarity within them. Each man has them in different levels and different intensities. And, being as no two people are exactly alike, no two people manifest these alike. Quite the opposite, actually. The ways these four qualities manifest are everything a person can be. And, as with everyone else, they exist in eternal conflict inside Damian Angel. Our scene rises up inside the mind of the Hell-bound Messiah, where, in a shadowy location unmarked by any signs or indicating factors which may divulge it. Around a solid wooden table sit the four embodiments of the four qualities: Mercy, dressed in an all-white suit; Rage, dressed in tattered, blood-stained rags; Cunning, dressed in pinstripes; and Complacency, looking like he had just crawled out of bed. They sit around their table, with the haze of Cunning’s cigarette smoke drifting upwards. With a, dare I say, cunning smirk on his face, he begins the meeting. Cunning: Well, gentlemen, it appears our plan is falling well into place. Mercy looks up, eyes full of compassion, a foreign sight to the other members of this vicious league. Mercy: What do you mean our plan? As far as I’m concerned, you were the only one embarking on this Machiavellian plot to destroy another man’s legacy. Cunning: I may have been the brains behind this plot, as usual, but do not deny that you also carried out your part in dragging him back. Mercy: The only thing I did was step away long enough to assault the man’s son and daughter. Rage: Rage like SMASH! Cunning chuckles at his simple-minded comrade. Cunning: And smash you shall, my friend. It’s only a matter of time. Now that he has fallen into our grasp, it is all a matter of time. Mercy: But… we won’t do too much to him, will we? Cunning rolls his eyes while Rage continues to rock back and forth, ready to pounce. Cunning: No, we’re going to take the man on whom lays our salvation and let him down easy. For Christ’s sake, sometimes I think you really are an idiot. Mercy: Just because I’m not a bloodthirsty maniac doesn’t mean… Cunning:Doesn’t mean what? You’re involved in this as far as the rest of us. Just then, Complacency starts to wake up. Complacency: Involved in what? Cunning looks over to Complacency, who rubs his eyes in waking up. Cunning: Well, how nice of you to finally join the rest of us. Complacency shrugs. Cunning: It is clear to me that, although you all do understand the implications of our undertakings, you are still unsure about yourselves. It’s almost as if you had not already learned to trust me and my instincts. Cunning motions over to Rage. Rage: RAGE SMASH! A smirk curls on Cunning’s lips. Cunning: Yes, my pet. There will be plenty of opportunity to smash. Remember what it was like before I was able to unleash you? It wasn’t very pleasant, was it? Rage violently shakes his head. Cunning smiles. Cunning: No, it wasn’t. I was able to free you. But these other two, they are against us. Mercy: What are you doing? Cunning: They want us muzzled. They want us to have to submit to their will. We don’t like that, do we? Rage: SMASH! Rage pounces up and charges at Mercy, grabbing him by the scuff of his shirt and slamming him against the wall. Cunning walks over to Mercy and, mercifully, has Rage release him. He dusts off a shoulder of Mercy, who jerks back. Mercy: What was that about? Cunning smirks. Cunning:Oh, that? That was simply evidence of my hold here. What you are unable to realize is that I, not you, am in charge around here. I call the shots. I make the orders. You simply go along with what I decree. Mercy: I think you’re a psychopath. Cunning laughs out loud this time. Cunning: Oh my, a psychopath? Me? Perhaps you’re the psychopath. Perhaps I’m the most level-headed one of us here. Perhaps… Mercy: I’m not falling into your wordplay. Cunning: Nor am I laying wordplay for you to fall into. But you see, you and I are of two different ideologies. You ideology… the “do unto others” method, has failed us miserably, led us to a life of squalor. However, the moment I gained control… Mercy: The moment you usurped control. Cunning: Whatever… the result is the same. I took control and we not only survived, we thrived. We were able to take control from that bastard, Vagrant, and crush our opposition. We were able to take our enemies by the throat and squeeze until they fell lifeless at our feet. We were able to drag a worthless cripple with an undeservingly shining legacy back so that we might forever taint it with our acts. That would never have happened under your watch. Mercy looks around. Mercy: What about Complacency? Cunning: Please. Under his watch, we would simple settle into the same boring routine, the same pathetic rounds and the same damnable causes. Our ultimate advancement would be stifled. My power is really for the best. Mercy looks into Cunning’s eyes, as if they are about to go into a major standoff. The scene fades… --~~--~~--~~--~~ The scene returns this time in the “real world”. Damian Angel, the Hell-bound Messiah and his Priestess, Follower and Bound-Concubine Kitty Black can be seen on the rooftop of their cathedral. Damian looks out over the landscape before him and marvels at its wonder. Damian: Look at that… just a small portion of land, already magnificent and wonderful. Kitty presses up close to Damian:[/b] Kitty: That it is, lover. Damian: That is such as the world that our child will inherit when the time is right. However, right now, the time is far from right. Kitty: Now would be too soon anyway. Damian: Hardly… now our time is occupied to matters of another nature. We do not have the time to cultivate and till the future so that our child might inherit it. Right now, the world is a vile, hate-filled place that needs to be purged of its hateful ways. This is why CHBK must fall and fall hard. Kitty: And fall he will, lover. I have complete faith in that. Damian stares out into the distance. Damian: It has been said before that I… obsess over his destruction. Tell me, is that how you see it? Kitty stands in a thought-provoked silence. Kitty: I wouldn’t call it “obsessive”. I’d call it focused. You’ve laid down your goal back in January, and only now are ready to reap the fruits of your success. Damian: This is true. My supposed obsession stems merely from a drive that has been unheard of in the world of wrestling… hell, the world in general… in decades. They see this drive, this focus, and immediately misplace it as obsession. They fear that which they do not comprehend. And, it is clear that they do not comprehend my goals. My goal is a level playing field. And, although I must martyr my title shot to achieve this end, once CHBK is out of the picture for good, there will be no more fear of a man usurping the top positions in this industry based on their past without first earning it. Kitty: I understand. Damian: This world won’t understand until long after I am gone. They see my actions against the man who had willingly turned against their wishes on more than one occasion and immediately cry ‘foul’. This man would step on even the most loyal fan if it meant getting his way, and yet, they hurl their scorn at me for wishing to rid SCW of this plague. Kitty: It’s unbelievable. Damian turns back to Kitty. Damian: It’s unacceptable. These people will never forget what I am prepared to do on the grandest stage of all to their precious little hero, nor will they forgive it. I am locked on a crusade against the tyranny of the olden order, and the end will only come once CHBK falls to my feet in defeat. Kitty: What of this Jason Wheeler? Damian again peers out over the landscape before him. Damian: He is of no concern. Kitty: He is from the same day and age as CHBK. They had many run ins before… Damian: And I will do what Jason Wheeler failed to do in ending the legend of CHBK. Jason Wheeler, in his failure, has caused immeasurable harm to the very foundation upon which SCW rests. Kitty: So he must suffer? Damian smiles. Damian: Indeed. While his sins pale in comparison to those of CHBK, he must face the repercussions of his acts as well. That… is what Breakdown is for. The scene fades away… ~~--~~--~~--~~-- The scene comes back during the announcement from this past Breakdown… We currently se Mr. Drachewych standing in the ring with a microphone in his hand, as he is mid-message… Drachewych: “And thus, by majority approval, and considering many other names including Christian Savior, Lethal Weapon and even revoking the forfeit of Damian Angel, the man going to Rise to Greatness to face Xander Valentine will be……JASON WHEELER!” As those words resonate, the scene fades again… --~~--~~--~~--~~ The scene melds away, with Mr. Drachewych slipping out of the scene, and Damian Angel standing in the empty ring in his place. The arena round him is completely vacant and, although the microphone is in place, it is not currently on. Damian holds the microphone in his hand as he surveys the empty seats. Damian: In a mere twenty-four hours, each of these seats before me will be holding an excited man, woman or child, prepared to take in another night of SCW wrestling. On this night, they may not realize it now, but yet another necessary step in my war against the sins of those before me will be completed. For it is on this night that I step into the ring and face off against the man who will take my place at Rise to Greatness, Jason Wheeler. Damian pauses, giving his last statement some thought. Damian: Actually, as far as I am concerned, taking my place is not quite what Jason Wheeler is slated to do. For, in order to have him actually take my place, one needs to have mastered time travel. He would need to drag us all back to Taking Hold of the Flame, so that Jason Wheeler might have another opportunity to eliminate me and win the Taking Hold of the Flame battle royal. He would need to be able to take that step and say “I won the match. I deserve this title shot.” And, considering the fact that he was unable to do so in the first place, any attempt to somehow rewind time would be ultimately fruitless. Damian paces, looking around at the vacant seats and almost being able to imagine their disdain. Damian, of course, soaks it all in. Damian: In fact, as far as I’m concerned, the only place Jason Wheeler currently occupies as it concerns his Rise to Greatness championship opportunity is that of… second choice. Damian snickers. Damian: How does that sound to you, Jason? How does it feel knowing that the only reason you have the title opportunity before you now is because the guy in front of you said “no”? I suppose that still does not matter to you. In fact, I believe that you’re at the point in your life where opportunities like this are so sparse, that you allowed your desperation to take hold. You jumped at the chance no matter how random, or undeserving. Damian walks over to the side of the ring and leans on the ropes. The ropes, currently tightened to their maximum setting, do not give any bounce. Damian: Of course, I would be remiss not to address why I turned away such a prestigious position when it was in my hands, guaranteed, to face a man who is nothing more than a damned cripple. It’s actually simple. As you may recall… though not likely given the airtime SCW gives its so-called “lower-card” wrestlers… when I began to target CHBK, I did so to do the most damage to his legacy. It had nothing to do with the man himself… it was his legacy, the standard he set, of consistently returning to usurp a top spot from someone deserving of such. And he came back. However, despite my efforts to cause a confrontation with him, he avoided me. He avoided me because I was not yet on his level… I feel that. I won the Adrenaline Championship… nothing. A few months back, I challenged him to a match for Rise to Greatness… nothing. He avoided me until the circumstances were right… until I was on a perceived level “good enough” for the great CHBK. He withheld on me. He remained away until he could soothe his bitter, selfish ego by coming to face me. Damian pushes himself off the ropes and walks over to the opposite corner. Picking up the Adrenaline belt from where it lies, Damian yells into the microphone, oblivious to the fact that it is off. Damian: I won the Adrenaline Championship to drag your ass back, and you didn’t even fucking blink! At that moment… that very fucking moment… your end was sealed, Alex. And now… now you’ve signed the papers. Now you’ve made your intentions known. Now you’ve backed yourself into a corner from which you cannot escape! This belt… this belt means shit to me! As far as I’m concerned, right now this belt is a hindrance to me. This belt impedes my progression. And you, CHBK, are my progression. We may face off at Rise to Greatness, but I want you to pay careful attention to my matches between now and then. I want you to watch as I decimate opponent after opponent, on Breakdown and at house shows. I want you to take note of what I do to Jason Wheeler on Breakdown. I will do what you, quite frankly, could not. I will not relent in seeking what I desire. I will crush CHBK, something you were never able to do good enough. I will then go on and take whatever championship my heard so desires. And, when it is all said and done, I will have the name people remember… not you. Cries of your name will fall upon deaf ears… and cries of my name will echo through the ages. Jason Wheeler, on Breakdown, you become just another step on my legacy. On Breakdown, you fall to me! With that, Damian stares into the camera with intensity drowning in his eyes. He drops the camera to the mat and then drops himself to his knees. Breathing heavily, the scene fades to black. |
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| Faust | Jul 3 2007, 10:52 PM Post #3 |
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OOC: Sorry it took so long damien. i had a week of hell. Good luck bud. “And thus, by majority approval, and considering many other names including Christian Savior, Lethal Weapon and even revoking the forfeit of Damian Angel, the man going to Rise to Greatness to face Xander Valentine will be……JASON WHEELER!” Euphoria... Complete and utter euphoria. A feeling of freakish calm that came with a sudden explosion of anxiety as the relevance of what the man, whom I hated more than any other in SCW, hit me like a freight train. It’s come true. All my hard work was NOT in vain. It DID all pan out. It was all worth it, after all. And then the damn Majestic bastards decide to ruin the moment. Freaking typical. Regardless that he tried to rain on my parade, Adam Allocco cannot change my destiny. God was still on my side. It was his will that I main event Rise to Greatness against my unstoppable rival. This is divine intervention. Xander failed at Taking Hold of the Flame... I failed at Taking Hold of the Flame. There seemed no way in sight that my destiny could be fulfilled. And then something happened. First of all, Xander was given another chance at the SCW title. This time, I had to give him a push in the right direction. He won it on his second attempt. That took care of phase one. But I still had to get into the match myself. You never will hear me say this often, but I am indebted to CHBK for poking his pointed nose into the affairs of the former number one contender. With the apparent intelligence of a monkey, Damien Angel sacrificed his title shot to face the Canadian Heartbreak Kid. CHBK barely had to do anything to get him to do it. It was sad how easily Angel was goaded into it. Ah well, one man’s loss is my personal gain. For as the world has recently learned that in Damien’s place will stand yours truly. So I take this time now to say thank you Damien. Thank you for being so short sighted. So now, I not only get the chance to face my nemesis, and whom I will say I have never defeated, at the biggest stage of them all, but now I get to put something that has been bothering me to rest. See... I didn’t think Damien Angel deserved to win the battle royale. It was a fluke, pure and simple. Nothing can take it away that he won, but God knows I can sure as hell prove that on any other night, it would have been I who stood there alone in that ring. People always said actions speak louder than words. So be it then. I care not what needs to be done. Damien Angel may very well be the future of SCW. But this is the present and THAT belongs to me. SCW is still the land where I can control. I will not lose that. Not now! I can still see the SCW title around my waist every time I look into the mirror. I see it in my mind. I see it in the food I eat. To make a long story short, I see it every where. I see it on the stage. I see it in the water. I see it in the sky. I see it in me... and I see it in you. One place I will never see it... one place I refuse to see it... is around the waist of the likes of xander Valentine. It isn’t comfortable there. It is just resting right now, bidding its time, and waiting for the chance to return to its true master. Damien Angel... I address this question to you, for your master and mentor, Xander Valentine, could not see the answer. Who, Damien Angel, can be called the SCW’s title true master? Who does the title call out to? Who stands the only man who can control the SCW title’s whim? Who, Damien Angel... who? I swear to you now. On Breakdown... you will come to understand the answer, and then you can tell of it to YOUR master. Jason Wheeler has returned for his servant... and for his kingdom. ====================================== ===== Act One: The Sin of Spin Something was still wrong... something, even in the midst of this god given gift of redemption, was terribly wrong. Had he offended God in his attempt at his own destruction? Had his latest resort for finding peace led to an abomination against his almighty creator? What had he done... How could he had known? No, he knew the consequences of what he had tried to do. To deny that would be fickle, and completely naive. The former hero of time was well aware of what would have awaited him should he have succeeded. The rest that followed, even the grand announcement was met with mediocre numbness that would have accompanied viewing a par musical performance on stage. The greatest news he had heard all year, and it was met with numbness. Yes... something was terribly wrong. The nightmares had returned, as had the blinding headaches. The images too... he was seeing them again as well. The voices were shouting in his head. He couldn’t get them to shut up like before. He had downed blood packet after blood packet to the point that he had gone through his entire monthly amount of blood packets in less than two weeks time. It wasn’t having the effect it used to. The doctors had refused supplying more blood. Not that it mattered, it didn’t seem to be doing anything. In its absence, Wheeler felt his grip upon reality slip to nothingness. He had lashed out in frustration at anything and everything that tweaked him a certain way. Demeter, thankfully, was finishing up her contract with CATS and thus was not anywhere near him. He sat there, practically naked and completely exposed, in the corner. The light was shining out but the curtains were down and no ray of light was getting any time soon. He sat there in the corner of his home, clutching the packet close; his last packet. Bombarded with a million thoughts at once. Damien Angel... Xander Valentine... Christian... Demeter... His last blood packet seemed to empty quicker than ever before. He sobbed. Deep down, the former SCW Champion knew that this behavior was hardly becoming the master of the SCW title, but truth be told, he couldn’t take the pain anymore. He wanted to die... but he knew that was impossible. God was not going to allow his demise. Not yet. So his suffering continued. Why was this happening. Less than a month ago, he was without any form of anxiety. There was nothing but raw focus. Than, the night before the Taking Hold of the Flame pay per view, the pangs returned. Wheeler could not understand why, nor did he even try to anymore. He just sat there now, clutching the emptied packet tightly into an irregular shape of plastic. He kept muttering incoherent gibberish, and yet words like ‘Damien’ and ‘The New Blood’ was all that could be distinguished. This was the sad state Wheeler was in... and it was not until three days later upon Demeter’s return. To make sure that you, the devoted followers, jump with us in this time line shift, for we would hate to leave you behind, the following heading is meant as your reminder. ----------------------- 3 Days Later--------------------------------------------------------- Are you with us? Are you ready? Good we can continue. Demeter had a key, and when she used it, the first thing that came to her mind was that the place was unusually dark. Her ears were sharp, and she was quick to pick up the moaning. She rushed in, perhaps recklessly she thought, but still she knew that whimper. She found Wheeler in the state that all of us have already become accustomed to. He clearly hadn’t eaten anything in days. He lay there in his own fecal matter. It was enough to make Demeter puke, but instead, she called the ambulance after the initial shock and shouting. Wheeler didn’t register to anything she said. It was as if he wasn’t there. Demeter knew, though. She knew where her love’s head was. He was already fighting Damien in his mind. This wasn’t healthy, and she had to stop him somehow. To continue down this path would lead Jason Wheeler to his demise, and she couldn’t handle the thought of going through something like that again like she did a few weeks ago when the young Wheeler tried to kill himself by slit inghis wrists. Demeter remembered the sickening color of the blood. To see him like this now was no easier. This was torture and it all began such a short time ago. Wheeler: Damien! His cry brought her out of her gaze. The ambulance were on their way. She hoped that they would get her quickly. She didn’t want to move him. Demeter had plauged wheeler’s mind since the moment he won the battle royale. But that was over. Wheeler was going off to face Xander Valentine, his arch rival, for the SCW title at Rise to Greatness. He didn’t have to worry anymore about Damien Angel. Sadly, Demeter was not made aware of Wheeler’s fate to face the man he would be replacing at Rise to Greatness until she arrived at the hospital. She didn’t even know that the SCW title was in Wheeler’s eyes. It was all he could see. It was all he could feel. Even as the audience tried to gain a response from him, his focus didn’t change. He saw Xander Valentine with the SCW title and he saw his minion standing right in front of him. He stood between them. He stood in the middle of two enemies hell bent on destroying each other. He was an advantage to Xander and thus, he had to be destroyed. The same message repeated in his head for hours on end. Doctors, with their million dollars worth of equipment could not even begin to detect. With their years of education, they were not capable of understanding it. But in the mind of the number one contender, there was only one message repeating back and forth in his unbalanced mind. Damien Angel must fall... ================= Several Days Later =========================== He hadn’t called the crew to conduct a promo. He had something better in mind for the type of man Damien Angel was. His head hurt... who was he kidding? Lately, his head had always hurt. Aspirin and any other drug he had tried was without any form of relief. Still, he would have to deal with that, for he realized harshly upon his exit from the hospital... from yet again another visit there. He was tired of the hospital. He was tired of the smell. He was tired of the moron doctors who had no clue what they were doing. He had spent more time in the hosptial than he had at home in the last year thanks, in part, to the new Blood rebellion. And who were both proud members of that damn faction? Xander Valentine and Damien Angel. Xander he would take care of later. Wheeler knew he had the Executioner as soon as his headache went away. Damien... well he was going to be a problem. He wanted blood. Why didn’t those bastards give him more blood? He had begged the doctor there. The damn bitch refused him at every turn. And without blood, the voice were coming back, and as he sat there waiting for the red light of the camera to go on and begin his shoot, the voices were beginning to dominate him. One by one, they who cannot be named anymore, ordered his surrender. He told them to shut up, even though they all swore to bring him the defeat of Damien Angel and, in time, Xander Valentine. He pushed them all away as the light went on. Demeter stepped from behind the camera and took her place on his arm. Wheeler: Can I express my loathing of the New Blood Rebellion in the time I have left on this camera?... No... there isn’t enough time in a life time to fully express it. Screw Xander, I’ll get to him in a few weeks. No, there is only Damien Angel now. Christ... what he must think now. I can only imagine how he feels about the decision made by Oleksa Drachewych to name me the number one contender. Wheeler took out a single cigarette and lit it. He took a few drags before he continued. Wheeler: You know Damien, the problem is that you see me as number two to you. You believe that the only reason for my title shot is because you decided that facing the Canadian Heartbreak Kid was more important than headlining Rise To Greatness. And who knows, you might be right, but think about it. It was destiny that I get a title shot sooner rather than later. I bided my time and waited for my shot, and because of your short sightedness, it’s my time. Your lack of judgment means my gain Damien. I - - Wheeler clutched his head in pain. The voices were yelling at him again, telling him what to say. They wouldn’t stop. Wheeler couldn’t handle it. Wheeler: Stop... Stop! Demeter... turn it off. Turn of the camera! I can’t take this. Demeter lunged out of her place near Wheeler and turned the camera off. She ran back to Wheeler, holding him as he cried out in pain. Demeter: Jason, I’m here. I’m here. Wheeler: Blood... why wouldn’t they give it to me. I... they won’t let me beat Damien like this. Demeter: Whose they? Wheeler: You wouldn’t understand. Demeter: What wouldn’t I understand? Wheeler: Just... stop. I need blood. Wheeler pushed Demeter aside and ran to the suitcase. They had shot in his home, so the suitcase was on the counter in another room. He ran to it, flipping it over and opening the secret latches and revealing nothing but an empty case. Yelling in frustration, he threw the suitcase to the wall. His eyes shone like fire as he held his head in pain once more. Demeter’s eyes started to well up as she watched Wheeler bang his fists against the wall. Harder and harder... again and again ... until blood decorated the wall. Demeter looked around for something... anything... until she saw the cutting knives. Demeter: Jason... Wheeler: What? Demeter: I have an option for you. Wheeler: What? Demeter made her way to the knives. As Wheeler watched, first in curiosity, then in horror as Demeter cut the top her arm. Deep enough to draw enough blood, but not too deep to hurt any arteries. Wheeler: Demi... no. Demeter: Shut up. There has to be something wrong with the blood you’ve been taking. I have blood. Use it! Wheeler: Demi, I can’t drink from you. Demeter: Just do it! Please! Do this for me, I beg you. Wheeler didn’t know what to say. What if it worked? His mind would clear... Damien would fall. He needed to get past this pain. He needed to get past the voices. His love’s blood... she might just do it. Wheeler sighed. Demeter was right. There was no other way. Wheeler walked over to her... within moments, the lover’s were one in ways they never had been before. Wheeler fed and fed even when Demeter swooned. She didn’t cry out once. The voices did indeed disappear and the pain went away quickly, but Demeter fainted. Hoisting her up with new found strength, Wheeler placed his love on their bed. He headed out. She was too tired to come with him. He regretted the decision now, but he had figured it out. He needed more blood... better blood... he wanted Damien’s blood.... but not to consume. He wanted Damien’s blood to stain the earth, because his mentor’s would soon join him. Wheeler was the SCW title’s master... and he wanted back his throne. Enough said. The rest as they say is silent. |
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