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Derek Adonis vs. Adam Brock; September 17/2014
Topic Started: Sep 6 2014, 04:36 PM (82 Views)
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Derek Adonis vs. Adam Brock

2 RP Limit per match; 4 per team in tag match; 6 per team in six man tag
Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, September 16, 2014

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[Have you ever found yourself in a situation you wished you could have avoided, only to find out later on it would have happened no matter what? What would you have done? Would you have made the best of it and had no regrets? Would you have sucked it up and dealt with it head on? Or would you have curled up in a ball and waited for it to go away? Well I’ll tell you what... A lot of people would hope it went away. Of course... It all depends on the situation you find yourself in. But for some people it doesn’t matter what the situation is, they just can’t cope with what’s going on and are unable to deal. That’s okay though. Sometimes you -can’t- handle a situation because there’s no way to resolve it. Situations like that are what’s called “sink or swims”. There is no middle ground therefore there is no peaceful ending. But sometimes, just sometimes, you get lucky and find a way out. Just such a situation arose fairly recently and a solution was found just in the nick of time. What happened, you ask, and who did it happen to? Read on and find out, my friend.]

Lost again. Nothing new there. I sighed and stared down at my hands. Losing was getting to be pretty fucking commonplace. And boy was that ever a bitter pill to swallow! At first I had been absolutely furious about it. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized what had actually happened. He hadn’t gotten lucky, it hadn’t been a fluke, he had earned that win. I’d given him one hell of a fight, but he’d been just that much better than me. Which led me to wonder...

Was I losing my touch?

Had I lost the last remaining strands of my sanity and no longer had what it took to put these arrogant young pricks down for the count?

I didn’t know. So I did what I always did when I was being eaten alive by self-doubt...

I called my brother.

And as always, Liam was brutally honest with me. When I asked him if he thought I was too old to wrestle any more, he snapped back right away that I was being a fucking idiot and that I wasn’t too old to kick someone’s ass.

“Come on Adam, you’re one of the best there is! Where the hell did that cocky talented motherfucker who nearly killed AJ Wylder go huh?”

I had no answer for him. He didn’t miss a beat.

“I know you still have what it takes to get the job done... You’re still alive aren’t you?”

Well yeah. I was.

“God forgive me for what I’m about to say next Adam, but what would Maxine say if she saw you like this?”

That was hitting below the belt and he knew it.

But he was right.

Maxine would beat the shit out of me if she saw me acting this way.

“Touché, bro. But... What if I lost just enough of me?”

Liam was no dunderhead, he knew exactly what I meant by that.

“Then find it.”

“How?”

He shot back without a second thought.

“Go back to the beginning, retrace your steps and ask yourself if it felt right.”

Ask myself if it felt right...

“Holy Hell, that’s it. Liam, you just gave me the answer.”

“Good. Now get your ass to the airport, you have a match on Wednesday.”

“No... Tuesday’s soon enough.”

“No?”

I chuckled just a bit and I think he heard it.

“I have something to do first.”

His reply wasn’t immediate like before... But there was something in his voice that only made me grin.

“Be thorough.”

“You know me, Liam.”

This time it was his turn to laugh.

“Yes I do. That’s why I’m adding ‘Don’t get caught’.”

He knew me all right. He knew I had a bone in my teeth and I was gonna run with it.

“Never have! Hug the family for me, would you?”

“Always do, bro... Always do.”

I laughed again and hung up then sat back in quiet contemplation. He’d given me a lot to think about. But that was his job, wasn’t it? I mean, he WAS my older brother and it was up to him to make sure I didn’t end up six feet under before my time.

“Ask myself if it felt right. What would I do without him to give me ideas and help me out?”

What WOULD I do if Liam wasn’t around? I hoped I didn’t have to find out for a very long time to come! I sat there thinking, then shook my head at the image that sprang to mind as I went over that phone conversation in my head.

“Man I must be going nuts.”

But I wasn’t. Because the image that had come to mind was the late Sean O’Haire saying with his trademark smirk “But then again... I’m not telling you anything you didn’t already know.” It sat there and played on an endless loop in my head... And it finally clicked.

“Goddamn!”

And I flew out of my apartment to make a beeline for the nearby bus stop. I knew where I was going and I knew why I was going there. The bus driver was surprised to see me at the stop but nodded when I dropped in the required fare.

“May I get a transfer please?”

The driver smiled and handed me that narrow slip of paper that allowed me to continue my journey without having to pay again, then I found a seat. As fate would have it I found myself sitting in front of a pair of teenage girls. One of them started giggling and I heard her companion whisper fiercely for her to stop it.

“Look who’s in front of us Brenda!”

Her friend looked and I was suddenly hearing a bunch of girlish giggles and whispers. I heard my first name a few times so I knew they were talking about me. I rang the bell for my transfer point and turned around just enough to make eye contact and smile at them.

“Feel free to talk to me any time if you see me on the bus, okay?”

Brenda giggled and her friend blushed furiously as they nodded. I chuckled quietly as I got off the bus and checked my watch before making my way to the other stop I needed.

“Teenagers.”

I laughed and shook my head as I waited. The bus pulled up and I handed my transfer to the driver as I got on. She studied me critically for a minute then said what the other driver didn’t.

“You really must’ve been in a hurry Adam, you didn’t pull your hair back.”

OOPS!!! She laughed and gave me an elastic for my hair. I thanked her and pulled it back before finding a seat. That explained the giggles though. I never went out with my hair down until today. I was sitting quietly waiting for the bus to pull out when an older woman who’d seen me get on the bus spoke loudly to her companion.

“I thought he was rich.”

Her companion was a man about a year older than her and he spoke quietly but firmly.

“Being rich doesn’t mean you give up your morals, Helen.”

I was a few seats back so she didn’t see me sigh softly and shake my head. Yes I had money but I chose to live simply. Apparently it went against our cultural idiom of big houses and fancy cars. But I didn’t give a shit. I only took the truck when I had to go grocery shopping otherwise I walked or took the bus. It was an unconscious hearkening to what Liam had told me only minutes before... ‘Go back to the beginning’. When I first started wrestling I was dirt poor and almost homeless several times due to management at my previous job. The trip was a quiet one and I stared out the window to watch the traffic until I rang the bell for my stop. The back door was behind Helen and her companion so she never saw me get off the bus. I stood there watching it pull away then shoved my hands in my pockets and turned to enter the building I’d chosen as my destination...

-Little Rock Sports Complex-

I opened the door and went inside, answering various greetings with a smile or a wave. They liked having me around. A voice from behind me froze me in place and I had to breathe very slowly so I wouldn’t blow my top.

“Well well if it isn’t the black-back LOSER!”

Black-back was an unofficial slang term for a wrestler, whether they were professional or not. It was a casual reference to all the bruises we picked up from being thrown around. But adding loser to it... Well... Anyone who said that and got caught was in for a busted lip and a black eye. And if the person who caught them was pissed off, that was a warmup.

“Come off it Johnny, that’s not nice!”

Johnny sneered.

“He’s a washup Suzy, I don’t even know why he’s still alive. Hey why don’t you go join your buddy O’Haire and take the coward’s way out by killing yourself?”

That did it! I spun around and grabbed him so fast he didn’t have a chance to get away before I slammed him against the brick wall.

“Don’t you EVER call anyone who takes their own life a coward!!! It takes more GUTS to end it than it does to keep going!”

I shook him so his head cracked off the wall once or twice.

“The leading cause of suicide is depression... DO I LOOK DEPRESSED TO YOU!? No I don’t. Because guess what asshole! YOU CAN’T SEE WHEN SOMEONE IS DEPRESSED!!!”

And I threw him a few feet away. He skidded to an abrupt stop when he collided with a vending machine that dispensed cold drinks. Behind me there were a few shocked whispers then I heard it. I hadn’t heard that sound in quite a while... So it took me a minute to figure out it was applause. I turned around and the trainers were clapping!

“Been a while since I heard that.”

One of the trainers, a tall black man who was a former NFL wide receiver, smiled.

“We were getting tired of that guy, thank you for doing something about him.”

I tossed a glance back over my shoulder and chuckled darkly.

“He won’t be insulting anyone for a long time.”

Then I made my way to my destination: the viewing area. This was where people went when they wanted to review video footage. There were three people who set up the footage you asked for if it was in the database and the first one I saw was a bubbly brunette named Francine.

“Hey Francine!”

She turned around and squealed before she gave me a big hug. I laughed and hugged back.

“What can I find for you today Adam?”

I didn’t realize my voice had shifted tones when I spoke...

“You got my archive?”

She looked at me closely for a minute then smiled.

“Yup we do. It’s required viewing here for up and coming athletes. Helps them understand themselves.”

I perked my brow, since when had my career become part of sports psychology? But I didn’t ask. I was afraid of the answer. Francine patted my shoulder then smiled.

“Booth 12.”

“Thanks.”

I hugged her again and went to booth 12. Wrestler archives had matches and promos in them so people could see more than one side to both the wrestler and the business. The screen alone made me wonder...

‘How to be a hit overnight with staying power: The history of “Wolfsbane” Adam Brock’

“I’m not that good any more.”

Or was I? I put on the headset and started the playback. Some of what I’d said back then made me groan softly and shake my head and some of it made me laugh behind my hand. But through it all was a common thread. It didn’t hit me until after I’d seen my promos against AJ Wylder that I had indeed lost something... But it hadn’t been talent or passion. I touched the pause button and groaned softly as I put my head in my hands.

I’d lost my confidence.

And that hurt more than that little punk’s hateful comment about Sean O’Haire had.

“God when did I lose my way?”

But more importantly how did I find it again? I closed the feed and took off the headset, but I didn’t leave the booth right away. I just sat there in the relative dark and let things tumble over and over again in my mind. Liam’s comments mingled with my own past words and Sean’s trademark phrase and it all blurred together like ingredients in a blender. It all seemed both unreal and surreal and it whirred together faster and faster until it stopped with a loud CLICK that resonated in my mind.

“I have the answer.”

And I did.

It was Liam who’d given it to me but it hadn’t made sense until now... To move forward I had to go back. I got up and left the booth with a wave to Francine. She waved back and one of the students watched in amazement as I walked out of the sports complex and made my way to the bus stop. I knew exactly what I was going to do next...

“I gotta hand it to him, sometimes Liam acts like he got all the brains.”

That wasn’t true but it made me laugh. We were equally intelligent... I just had a short fuse. And brother, it was about to get lit! I made my way up to what I’d seen after coming out of the sports complex and made myself comfortable. There weren’t many pedestrian overpasses in Little Rock but I lucked out and found one. I sighed happily and let my eyes close for a second before I grinned.

“Derek Adonis.”

What a name!

“You know, I can’t help but wonder if your ring name isn’t some kind of tribute to the great Adrian Adonis... And it just might. Or it might be your real name and you’re proud of it. Either way there buddy you’ve got a bit of a problem on your hands. You see, you’ve got me on Breakdown, and quite frankly I don’t know if you measure up. I’m strong, I’m fast, I’m agile, I’m cunning... I’m smart and I have a short fuse. Some would say that’s a bad thing but not if you know when and where to light it!”

I grinned again and boy did this ever feel good. People walking below saw my leg hanging off the edge of the overpass and one of them plinked a rock off the bottom of my shoe. I looked down and laughed as I tipped my hand off my forehead. It was my friend Joey! Joey grinned up at me and returned the salute before walking on.

“Derek, you’re coming up against me... And I know I have the edge. All my previous matches, all the other companies I’ve been in, they taught me. They shaped me, they molded me. They helped make me who I am. You may be sitting there asking yourself ‘Well who is this clown?’ The answer is... I’m your worst nightmare.”

I grinned viciously and let what Liam had heard in my voice on the phone shine through.

“Strong, fast, agile, cunning, smart... Mix that with a natural grace and God-given in ring talent and I’m the end result. They call me Wolfsbane for a reason Derek... And unfortunately for you you’re going to find out why very soon. So if I were you I’d make out a will and take out an insurance policy. I have a bad habit, you see.”

That glimmer in my eyes got even more pronounced...

“I try to put people in the hospital! You watch your ass because I’m gunning for you and I’m gonna leave you in a broken bloody heap in the middle of the ring! The Wolfsbane is coming for that pretty World Title and Derek, you’re in my way! May God have mercy on your soul because I will not. Your ass is mine Adonis!

And with that I got up, stretched and walked across the overpass. Almost as an afterthought I stopped, pulled the elastic out of my hair and a wind whipped up to blow it back off my face. And as I went to the bus to start my trip back home I realized I’d forgotten to say something very important...

“Derek, fuck with a Wolf you end up dead.”

That got it... Now I could continue on my way. I had to find my ring gear, make sure it was clean, pack it, find my passport... The things you had to do when you were a wrestler! I was headed for Breakdown and Derek was heading for an ass-whuppin. It wasn’t gonna be pretty... But I was gonna do things my way.
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It’s Japan… foreign soil for Supreme Championship Wrestling, but for a wrestling nation so ingrained in tradition, the decision to run shows comes almost as a given. Sure, there are logistical measures to attend to, but those can be largely disregarded once the fans enter the arena, craving some of the very best in the industry.

And this man…



Derek Adonis: I’m tell you, Pascal, it was GLORY… OUS! Geisha girls everywhere catering to my every whim! They’re feeding me grapes like I’m some Greek God without even questioning the obvious irony!


They weren’t. In fact, to say that Derek Adonis was “surrounded” by anyone would only be to make a commentary on the size of the crowds aboard the public transport he found his way to. And these weren’t geishas either… at least not outwardly. Japanese businessmen talking away on their cell phones, almost in the same manner that Big D is, with the only difference being the necessity of their conversations. These people are wheeling and dealing, trying their very best to advance themselves or their businesses.

Adonis is not.



Adonis: I’m telling you, Pascal… you would LOVE it here! Because while all of the geishas are FAWNING over yours truly… and why shouldn’t they?... you could have your pick of what’s left! I’m sure there are some people around here who would totally be into whatever it is you are again.


He pauses, hypothetically to listen to the response, although Derek does not appear to be too interested in it.


Adonis: Yes… “a sexual” what though? Tiger? Tyrannosaurus? Panda bear? Because I’ve already called dibs on all three of those. … Yes, yes I know “tyrannosaurus” was done before, but you’ve seen what I can do with my arms stuck in my sleeves? Spin gold, that’s what! Oh, you lie!


And Adonis is offended at the lies! Truth be told, he actually has had a strange amount of success when it comes to the ladies with that particular move. What can I say? Women dig a sense of humour, especially after two bottles of Adonis Special wine (patent pending).


Adonis: Yes, I know what you said. I’m telling you that you’re wrong and lying and really starting to hurt my feelings here! Okay… okay, apology accepted. I can’t stay mad at you…


All together now… Awwwwwww!


Adonis: You want to know about Kennedy Street?


It was a natural transition, one which happened to grab the attention of more than a few of the other gentlemen in transit. Adonis paid them no mind, however, continuing his (soon to be largely billed due to roaming charges) phone conversation.


Adonis: Wasn’t it fantastical!? I can’t believe how close I got… almost close enough to touch! Definitely close enough to smell. … What did she smell like?


Adonis laughs knowingly.


Adonis: That’s mildly perverse of you, Pascal. She smelled like fresh roses… vanilla… lavender… ALL of the most potent, arousing scents combined in a wondrous orgy of nostril activity! … No, I didn’t get to touch her, Mr. Buzzkill. But I could see it in her eyes and feel it in the way she stood there. She’s totally digging the Man Mountain!


A few of the eavesdroppers roll their eyes at this comment.


Adonis: But I can understand her hesitance. She has a multi-bajillion dollar business. How would it look for investors if they saw their boss succumb so easily to the charms of the charmingest man this side of the sweet Milky Way? … Not very good, that’s right. That’s what the entourage is for… to keep her from giving in to her deepest, most carnal desires. But I have my ways, Pascal… oh, I definitely have my ways! And it’ll be refreshing to add yet another 8 to my scorecard.


Adonis pauses, potentially listening, but rolls his own eyes this time.


Adonis: Yes, she’s a high 8, I know, but I got to call them like I see them. Maybe a little “enhancement” might enhance her score… No… No, “enhancement”, you know? … You can’t see me making the air quotes? But you can hear them, right? Look, you know my rule. If there’s air between me and the twins, they could use “enhancing”. Now that Syren… she could surely provide hours of entertainment! Yes… I like ‘em big. Have you seen me?


Adonis continues to not really pay attention to what he’s being told, as his eyes wander down to a woman outside of the bus.


Adonis: Ooh! Can’t talk, Pascal! Something’s up. … No! Not that. Not yet, anyway… KABLAM!


Without another word, he hangs up the phone, ending his bill at an amount that might cause some to have to take out another mortgage on their house, and lumbers off the bus with speed not seen since the Bullet Train was first build in Tokyo.

He spots his target, and rushes over to her with ease.



Adonis: Excuse me, Miss… I was wondering if you could help me out.


The woman looks at Derek, confused by his English.


Adonis: Me… tourist. Me… need… help… get… to… hotel…


The woman smiles, nodding that she understands.


Adonis: Can you help me?


The woman says something in Japanese, pointing off down the street. Derek nods.


Adonis: Yes… yes, that way. Thank you. Can you take me there?


The woman again says something, starting to walk in the direction she pointed. Derek cannot help but steal a glance.


Adonis: Ka… Blam!


Hurrying up, he follows her, and we fade to black.



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“I have been in HEAVEN! I tell you, ever since I debuted on SCW television, I have become sooooo in demand it would scare a lesser man! But Man Mountain is not a “lesser man”, no sir! Man Mountain is so much man that most women can’t handle him! So does the attention frighten me? No-ho-ho-ho way! And being so in demand is something that I could get used to.

So what is the downside of this demand? People like Alex Brock.

Look, Man Mountain’s gonna be straight with you: I went onto the Twitter when I found out about this booking and asked “What is an Alex Brock?”. And I didn’t do that to make some deep commentary about who she is… I honestly didn’t know a thing about her… or “him”, apparently. His name never came up in my “hit list” or my “hit it list”, and for good reason. Though, it appears I may have some issues with him… ”




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“You watch your ass because I’m gunning for you.”


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“Your ass is mine Adonis!”


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“Derek, fuck with a Wolf you end up dead.”




“Look, Alex, I’m flattered and all, and I don’t know what you heard, but Big D don’t diddle that way. I’m sure you’re a perfectly nice guy outside of all the “I’m the best” “I’m going to win” talk, but I’m a lady’s man. More than that, I’m a lady’s man’s man! And what I’m going to do isn’t make an example out of you. I’m going to make an impression on all of the ladies watching. I’m going to show them a real man… a real mountain of man! I ain’t got a whole lot to lose, and if the worst that’ll happen to me is a little intensive care, I’ll enjoy the trip. I mean hell…

Nurses, Alex… nurses!

I may not know who you are, and I may not know anything about you, but I do know that you’re going to help Man Mountain look like a million bucks! And after the match, the ladies are on me! Heh heh… KABLAM!!!”

/REC.



Adonis: … What do you mean his name is “Adam”?


The scene goes to black.
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I had to laugh at what I’d just seen on my TV screen. It was too ludicrous not to!

“I knew this guy was a clown.”

But I hadn’t known how MUCH of a clown he really was until I saw that joke of a promo. I sat there laughing and shaking my head.

“Derek, Derek, Derek. You really have no idea what you’re in for do you? Obviously not because you couldn’t even be bothered to get my name right! It’s ADAM. Not Alex... ADAM! So listen up, it’s time for you to pay attention.”

I turned off the TV and spun around so I had my back to it. Oh this was gonna be good!

“You focus on girls, girls and girls... Did I mention girls? All you think about is sex, girls and parties. Life ain’t always glitter and gold, ya know! But leave it to a sex-starved Neanderthal to make crude comments about sexual preference and make himself look like God’s gift to women in the process.”

I stood up and folded my hands behind my back as I spoke.

“I’ve seen guys like you come and go more often than the revolving door at Macy’s. Face it, Adonis, you’re a penny a dozen. I’d say a dime a dozen but you’re not worth that much.”

Ouch. But it was true.

“You can’t get blood from a stone no matter how hard you try and Derek, in your case, you can’t get victory from defeat when all you do is focus on everything but what you’re trying to do. Chasing after girls, talking about breast enhancements on the women in the locker room, calling yourself a lady’s man’s man... Come on, what the hell? Am I really thought of as that much of a joke that I have to put up with asshats like you? If I were a whiny little bitch I’d go demand better matches from management! But I’m not that kind of guy. No... I let my actions speak for me. They can SEE how I handle the shit I’m being given. And if seeing isn’t believing then they won’t like what I’ll wind up doing next.”

I grinned savagely and grabbed my jacket and boots before leaving my apartment and getting in my truck, a well-kept 2004 Dodge Dakota. My bag sat on the seat beside me and I had my wallet in my jacket. I hated sitting on that damn thing... It was a literal pain in the ass!

“When I’m done with you Derek, you’ll wish you’d never opened your big mouth. Because right now, you’ve got one foot in there and I’m gonna chase it down with the other one and cram them so far down your throat when you crap your toes will come out!”

Mood? Foul.

“Do yourself a favor and shut the fuck up. Your yammering would have put me to sleep if you hadn’t been so damn comical about it!”

It wasn’t a long trip to the airport, thank the good lord above. But it was chilly and people were in a bigger hurry than usual. I grabbed a parking pass and left my truck in long term parking with my bag in one hand. The terminal was rather crowded this evening, but I didn’t mind.

“You call yourself the Man Mountain... Bitch, please! You’re more like a molehill!”

Some of the women I stood beside gave me dirty looks which I ignored. I was having too much fun poking holes in Derek’s paper fantasy.

“You honestly believe women fawn over you because of your so-called rugged good looks? How much did you pay them?”

My face contorted like I was going to be sick... And honestly, that wasn’t a far-fetched assumption.

“You make me sick... Man Mountain indeed. Suck out all the grease and calories and you’re probably just an empty shell. Ditch the fat, dude! Go to a gym, work out, get a body that fits your last name and THEN you can say you have women fighting over you! Because it’ll be the truth. Work for what you want, don’t expect people to give it to you because you think you’re good looking...”

I finally found a gap and shot through it to a relatively unoccupied spot in the airport.

“When you have no self-confidence, you do whatever it takes to make yourself look good and make yourself look popular. Been there, done that. Trust me. That is NOT how you want to do things.”

I heard a faint chime followed by a mechanical voice. ‘Delta Airlines Flight 305 is now going through preliminary boarding at Gate 12... Any passengers with medical needs or small children may now board. Regular boarding will begin momentarily.’ That was my flight. So I started walking down the suddenly empty concourse.

“Derek, you’re a disgrace to wrestlers everywhere. I’ve known some big men in my time but frankly you’re a pale shadow compared to them. None of them ever made as many faux pas as you have... They focused on their careers and what they were going to do once they got inside the ring. One of them was a big guy. Went by the name of Onslaught. He taught me a lot about myself... Namely how to zero in on what I wanted and how to get it. I think he could teach you a lot if I could find him... I’ve lost touch with a lot of people over the years, but I never really lost touch with myself. I almost did quite a few times but thankfully I had my brother Liam there to help me out. I think that’s your biggest problem Derek... You have no idea what you want or how to get it because you’ve lost touch with who you really are.”

I grinned viciously and set my bag down to fill out the carry-on ID tag. I always did that so people would know who it belonged to if it ever arrived somewhere I wasn’t. They liked ignoring the existing tag so I added one from the airline. There. I walked through the security line and didn’t set off the metal detector for once, then reclaimed my belongings.

“But don’t worry Derek, I can help you there... Meet me in the ring and you’ll learn more about yourself than you ever thought possible.”

I looked around to make sure there were no children within earshot and smiled when I didn’t see any.

“Fuck with a Wolf, you end up dead.”

Then I heard that soft chime again. ‘Attention passengers, Delta Airlines Flight 305 is now boarding at gate 12... Please have your tickets ready as you board the plane.’ I’d seen and heard enough from Derek Adonis to last me a lifetime... It was time for him to put up or shut up.
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