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Colt took cover behind a cactus, his fingers twitching over his revolvers. Across the clearing, he saw him: . The massive wrestler was at full health, his purple cape fluttering in the wind, his fists glowing with the energy of a ready Super.
Colt checked his ammo. One shot left. He stepped out, ready to go down in a blaze of glory. Colt took cover behind a cactus, his fingers
Colt stared at the results screen, the tune still stuck in his head. He didn't even care about the lost trophies. He just needed to find that footage. Colt checked his ammo
El Primo spun, his mask gleaming. He tapped his heels, his movements mimicking the famous pallbearers. He wasn't just BM-ing (bad-mannering); he was inviting Colt to the final party. Colt stared at the results screen, the tune
The desert sun beat down on the Thousand Lakes map. Smoke was closing in, and only two Brawlers remained.
As the smoke finally touched them, El Primo triggered his Super one last time—not to crush Colt, but to launch himself into the air, silhouetted against the sun in a mid-air dance pose. The screen faded to black.