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NOTE: This post is "in character."
*The Death Match Arena, once the home of the greatest fights and
fighters that the world had ever seen, good or bad, has been
destroyed. After defeating the New World Disorder and the fake
Sid6.9, who was actually Peter, Peter destroyed the building with
a bomb, also taking out SM_007, Tridus, the real Sid6.9,
DebtAngel, Shockwave, Big Sexy Stefan, Master Sidious, and any
members of the New World Disorder as well. Oh, yeah, and
thousands of fans in the arena were also appearantly destroyed.
All that remains now is a gigantic pile of rubble and fading
smoke.*
*Inside the arena, under a pile of rubble, something begins to
stir. A few pieces of rock and dirt fall away, and a hand sticks
out. A mumffled murmur can be heard coming from the direction of
the hand, and finally, an arm appears. Then a torso, a head, and
legs. The fan stands up on weak knees and observes his situation.
He looks around and sees nothing but a gigantic mountain of
stone. Nothing else. The fan is alone in the remainders of the
Death Match Arena. He begins to weep uncontrollably, knowing that
his heroes like Y2T and SM_007 were killed in their brightest
hour.*
Fan: Why? WHY?! Why did this - this have to happen?
*The fan composes himself, and brushes away the tears with his
dirty arm sleeve. He sniffs, stands straight up, and begins to
look around for survivors. He sees no one, and starts throwing
stones and rocks around, looking underneath them for any other
survivors, awaiting the arrival of medical personel. He shouts
aloud to anyone that can hear.
Fan: Hello? Anyone there? Anybody? ANYONE?!
*The fan waits for a few moments, but no one answers him. He
walks around a little bit more, and finally sees something
sticking out of the rubble, wedged between two pieces of rock. He
smiles faintly and quickly dashes over, even with his injuries.
He runs up to what he sees sticking from the ground, and
immediatly kneels in front of it. Looking straight at it, he
confirms that it's Tridus' 100 Silly Stick, or part of it, wedged
between the stones. Perhaps because he is naive, he pulls hard on
the stick, as if there was something else to find with it. He
pulls it out of the ground, overjoyed, but the part sticking out
of the ground was really all there was. Once he removes it, he
sees that it has already been broken in half, and the remaining
part is cracked and small pieces are falling from it. It's dusty
and almost crumbled simply from him picking it up.*
*Once again, the fan falls down, this time with his legs crossed,
holding the 100 Silly Stick, clutching it like a security
blanket. Tightly hugging the stick, the young fan just sits in
the rubble, alone, the only survival of the massacre that fell
upon the War Room Death Match. He sits with his Silly Stick,
holding it, crying, rocking back and forth. Alone.*
SM_007
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