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A single man broke from the crowd and rushed the field. With one bountiful leap, he took to the edge of the grassy area with a wireless mic in his hands, his eyes darting left and right to security.
He cleared his throat loudly and yelled into the microphone for all to hear...
"HEAVEN OR HELL? ROUND ONE, FIGHT!"
With reflexes making a mockery of feline grace, the blue-clad man pushed off of the nearest security manager's shoulder and disappeared back into the crowd.
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It will fall, it will fall gently.
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