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Post by Ernie Parker on Sept 5, 2016 13:30:29 GMT
OOC: I'm posting this here from Engage just so people know the back story between Ernie and Trixie. It goes in chronological order. 
Producers and executives busy themselves on the set, discussing the finer points of tonight’s broadcast among themselves. There’s an electrifying atmosphere around the place, fuelled by nerves, anxiety, anticipation and excitement.
ON SET, the Engage Chief Correspondent, MARK MAXWELL, sits on a director’s chair, suited and booted, holding a script of questions that he rests atop his crossed lap.
Sitting opposite him in four other directors’ chairs, positioned in a uniformed row, are The Dons of Wrestling: TONY ‘THE STALLION’ CASTILLO, GEORGE ‘BIG BUCKS’ BANKS, ERNIE ‘PRETTY BOY’ PARKER and BOBBY ‘THE BRUISER’ FLOYD.
The mood is jovial, as all five men share some laughs over anecdotes with every question.
MARK MAXWELL
Alright, so our next question comes
from ‘NewWaltOrder666’, who asks:
Of the four of you, who would you
say had the greatest career?
This draws nervous laughter and a momentary pause from the old timers, who grin and glance at each other respectively.
MARK MAXWELL
NewWaltOrder666 really pulling no
punches with that question, gentlemen.
Who would you say had the greatest
career of the four of you? Let’s start
with you, Ernie.
ERNIE PARKER, bald, suave demeanour, sharply dressed suit with a turtle neck, scratches his chin and flashes his trademark ‘Hollywood smile’.
ERNIE
I think we all have to be honest with
each other and admit the fact that, yes,
while we all had terrific careers, nobody
quite eclipsed me.
The other three ‘Dons’ chuckle – the kind of laugh that you just know is at Parker’s expense.
ERNIE
(Looking irked)
What? Why is that so funny?
GEORGE BANKS, wrinkled, once handsome face, shakes his head and brushes the pants of his white cotton suit, before fixing the open collar of his white shirt.
GEORGE
I think you’ve taken one too many
piledrivers to that head of yours,
old man. The only thing you were the
greatest at was getting women to our table.
ERNIE
(Defiantly)
Nonsense! And I never heard any of you
complain about the women at the time!
BOBBY FLOYD, bloated, wearing shades, clears his throat and weighs in.
BOBBY
Hey, no complaints from me, Ern.
But all the ‘tang in the world couldn’t
make you the greatest of all time.
How many World Championships did you
win again? Remind me?
Parker scoffs, the smile fading rapidly from his chiselled face.
ERNIE
Oh here he goes again on the belt count.
It’s not all about titles, Bob. 25 title
reigns just tells me you lost the damn
thing 24 times.
BOBBY
(Laughing, clearly relishing baiting Parker)
And he still doesn’t answer the question.
See that, Marky? This old bastard should
have been a politician, not a wrestler.
GEORGE
(To Bobby)
Ha, that’s rich coming from you,
Mr. Spin-my-way-to-a-title-fight.
You talked your way into promotors’
championship matches and you know it.
BOBBY
(Outraged)
The hell I did! I told the bookers what
they needed to hear!
ERNIE
(Scoffing)
Oh sure, if what they needed to hear is
all the reasons why a fat ass should be
booked for the strap over a young blue
chipper with promise.
‘The Bruiser’ stands to his feet, as fast as a tubby old man can, and he grits his teeth at Ernie.
BOBBY
(Aggressively)
You don’t want none of this fat ass,
you silly old fuck. I’ll beat the pretty
right outta you!
George Banks stands up and acts as the break-water between the two men, while TONY CASTILLO, dark haired, old Italian man, sits calmly, watching his friends bicker like school boys.
TONY
(Firmly)
Hey! That’s enough!
Incredibly, the other three stop and focus on ‘The Stallion’, in his black Armani suit. Mark Maxwell wears an expression that looks like he’s struck gold, given that he’s got four legends bickering.
TONY
(Calm, but assertive)
You’re embarrassing yourselves.
The men look a little humiliated.
TONY (Cont’d)
Now obviously we were all great – I mean
absolute legends of this business. Nobody
can dispute that. Banks is great. Floyd
is great. Pretty Boy Parker is great.
The others nod, calming down somewhat.
TONY (Cont’d)
… But there’s no doubt that I was the
greatest.
Castillo grins and this sets the other three off again into more verbal warfare.
George ‘Big Bucks’ Banks raises his hands and shouts.
GEORGE
Alright! Hold on a second!
Silence. He glares at all three of his friends.
GEORGE
There’s only one way to settle this.
We compete against each other and find
out who the greatest of all time really is.
BOBBY
(Unimpressed)
What the Hell are you talking about,
dumbass? My doctor won’t clear me – not
after the bypass. You’re outta your mind.
ERNIE
(Subdued)
He’s right, George. I’ve got to this age and maintained my good looks. I’m not risking those.
Banks rolls his eyes
GEORGE
Not us, you morons. The Engage roster.
The men look at each other, confused by the proposition.
GEORGE (Cont’d)
We each go and find a fighter to
represent – manage them, coach them,
teach them – and the first of our
clients to become the World Champion
settles it. If your fighter wins the
strap, you’re the greatest of all time
and the other three have to acknowledge
that forever more. What’dya say?
Silence follows, as all three men mull over the proposition. Bobby Floyd is the first to declare, with a wry grin.
BOBBY
What the hell? I’m in.
ERNIE
(Confidently)
Me too.
The three turn to Tony Castillo, who shrugs and concedes.
TONY
Whatever it takes to prove to you
schmucks that it’s always been me.
Let’s do this.
Banks looks delighted.
GEORGE
Alright! We pick our fighters tonight,
and then it’s no holds barred – got it?
The gloves are off.
MARK MAXWELL
Wow, so is this official? The Dons are
going to manage fighters here at Engage?
TONY
Nah, those three are gonna manage fighters.
I’m gonna manage a champion.
The bickering resumes and Maxwell – at the risk of losing control of the segment – steps off his chair and heads away from the set.
ERNIE (O.S)
(Sounding disgusted)
How did you get so fat, Bob? It’s not
healthy, you know.
BOBBY (O.S)
(Aggressively)
‘Cause every time I bang your wife she
feeds me a cake
Maxwell stares into the camera, as it follows him away from the bickering.
MARK MAXWELL
Folks, there you have it. We’re excited
about tonight’s debut edition of Engage
and we now know that the Dons of Wrestling
will be there to select their clients.
With that, as well as the World Championship
Tournament and the Pick Your Poison Hardcore
Match between Dick Devereaux and Voidstar,
you won’t want to miss this!
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Post by Ernie Parker on Sept 5, 2016 13:32:50 GMT
CUT TO:
INT. THE FRESH STUDIOS – BACKSTAGE – CONTINUOUS.
The cameras return to the interior of the Fresh Studios, focusing in on TRIXIE, who is unable to contain her emotions since being informed that AQUA DROP have axed her as the face of their brand.
She sits sobbing quietly on a large trunk that would be used to transport staging and equipment. Her head is hung, buried in the palms of her hands.
ERNIE ‘PRETTY BOY’ PARKER enters the frame, complete with a dozen red roses. His confident swagger is soon derailed when he sees that Trixie is crying.
ERNIE
Oh no! What’s all this?
Trixie raises her head to stare at the old Don; mascara lines travelling down her face.
ERNIE
Good Lord, you might be the most
beautiful panda I’ve ever seen!
His cheeky charm can’t even evoke a laugh from Trixie – only sniffles. She wipes her eyes and stares at the flowers.
TRIXIE
Sorry, it’s not been a good night.
ERNIE
(Scoffs)
On the contrary, my dear – I watched you
out there dismantling that Becky Konrad
girl. I’d say you’re having an incredible night!
Trixie shrugs.
TRIXIE
Whose flowers?
Ernie stares at them, playing it cool.
ERNIE
Oh, these little things? They’re for you,
darling. Of course.
The buxom blonde smiles and, for the first time since being told about Aqua Drop, looks more positive.
TRIXIE
Wow, that’s really sweet of you.
Parker hands them to the blonde and rubs her shoulders – lingering more than he probably should. She’s oblivious to this, however.
ERNIE
Now, why on Earth would a woman who just
enjoyed a flawless victory – all while
looking radiant in the process – be so
upset? Hmm?
Trixie heaves a sigh and shakes her head, as Parker perches down beside her.
TRIXIE
I screwed up, big time.
ERNIE
What happened?
TRIXIE
You must have heard the story by now; seen
the photos online of my… well, my night out
last night. It’s everywhere.
‘Pretty Boy’ studies Trixie’s figure while she’s staring ahead, lost in her own thoughts. He’s lusting – that much is obvious.
ERNIE
(Staring down at her lap)
Mmm, yes – I may have seen a few things.
TRIXIE
Well because of it, Aqua Drop have given
me the boot. They don’t want me as the face
of the brand anymore.
The final few words are broken, as if she’s fighting back more tears. Ernie wraps his arm around her in order to console her.
ERNIE
There, there. Would you like some advice
from an old fool?
She laughs a little.
TRIXIE
Sure?
ERNIE
You’ve just had the most convincing victory
of this tournament so far and you’re now into
the semi-finals. Two more wins and you’ll be
the World Champion. Now, just imagine how
Aqua Blast-
TRIXIE
-Aqua Drop.
ERNIE
Yes, Aqua Drop. Just imagine how they’d
feel knowing they let go a World Champion
as the face of their brand. They’d feel
foolish! All you need is some guidance.
I’d love to help you.
Trixie pauses and pulls away, staring directly at Parker with surprise.
TRIXIE
Seriously? You’d help me out?
ERNIE
(Laughing)
Would I?! Of course I would! I can make
you the company’s first ever World Champion.
All you’d have to do is follow my instructions
and training regime. I’m very thorough.
The gorgeous blonde smiles and nods.
TRIXIE
Wow, that’s amazing. I mean, I’d love your help.
Ernie grins.
ERNIE
Excellent! Well, let’s go and discuss our
arrangement over dinner, shall we? I’ll see
to it that nobody snaps you misbehaving!
TRIXIE
I swear I’ll be on my best behaviour.
Parker stands and takes Trixie’s hand, helping her to her feet.
ERNIE
Well, don’t be too good! A little naughty
is always nice.
The pair share a laugh, as they exit the frame.
CLINT KNOX (O.S)
What an old dog! He has no intentions
of training her! Tell her to watch her
drink when she’s around him, at all times.
KYLE NEWMAN (O.S)
Looks like Ernie Parker has found himself
a client. That’s three! So it leaves the
question, who’s left for Tony Castillo?
Will he pick Lex Collins or Christian Valentine?
Or does he have another target in mind?
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Post by Ernie Parker on Sept 5, 2016 13:33:35 GMT
FADE IN:
INT. KATANA RESTAURANT - SUNSET BOULEVARD, HOLLYWOOD - SUNDAY, JUNE 26, 2016 - NIGHT.
The top quality Japanese cuisine on offer introduces the scene, as highly skilled masters of cooking prepare some elegant, intricate dishes for the patrons choosing to dine here tonight.
It’s busy, but over in a V.I.P section with their own private booth are ERNIE ‘PRETTY BOY’ PARKER and his new client, TRIXIE.
They’re smiling, drinking, eating and sharing conversation when we join them.
ERNIE
Ah, to be that lethal again. The way you
took her apart was a sight to behold, my
darling! I was in awe at your performance
and knew, right away, that I had to have you!
TRIXIE
Thanks Ernie. I totally killed it in my
first match; the neck breaker, the crowd,
it was incredible. And I’m so glad you
picked me, especially after the bad news.
I have to say you’ve been a great ray of
sunshine in the clouds
Trixie pulls out her phone to casually read the page she was last on, the blog post and tuts as she reads the ugly truth again.
ERNIE
You’re the real sun beam around here,
my dear.
His words trail off as he notices what she’s doing.
ERNIE
What’s that you’ve got there?
Trixie looks up to meet his gaze
TRIXIE
Oh! Just this article someone wrote. The whole
reason I lost the Aqua Drop deal. I must have
read it a hundred times since it came out.
Why would they write this kind of thing?
ERNIE
Oh, is this the blog you were talking about
earlier during the show? The one with the
candid photographs?
Trixie sighs
TRIXIE
Yes, some pretty obscene photos got taken.
I was just enjoying a night out. I kept looking
at my timeline and decided to snap a pic of
myself enjoying a little wild night and then
a few drinks later it all went to hell.
No more Aqua Drop because of it.
Trixie puts her face in her hands to cover it
ERNIE
(Sympathetically)
Poor bunny…
‘Pretty Boy’ spots an opportunity. He adjusts his body language to be more forward and assertive.
ERNIE
You know, I have the solution to this. You just
have to stop looking at the article! Out of sight,
out of mind. In fact, you better give it to me
to look after. Come on, hand it over.
Parker gestures for her to give him the phone. Trixie hands him the phone and takes a deep breath.
TRIXIE
Alright. You know what’s best. Be careful with it
though. I have my life on that.
Trixie picks at her plate of the remaining food but doesn’t eat. Ernie, on the other hand, studies the blog article and the photographs.
ERNIE
Good grief!
Trixie eyeballs the ‘Don’ as he stares at her phone. He clears his throat and puts it away.
ERNIE
Sorry, I was just… shocked… by the ghastly
things they wrote about you.
He looks shifty, concealing the fact he was perving on her naughty photos. The blonde doesn’t seem to notice.
TRIXIE
So Ernie. I am in the semifinals. The talent all
seem to think I’m nobody, even though I have that
fast victory. I was hoping to get to talk about the
training I should do against Lara. I’m not the best
When it comes to submission wrestling, like at all
Ernie nearly chokes on his salmon roll.
ERNIE
Yes, we should definitely work together on
submissions and other things. In fact, I
have a very thorough, unorthodox training
routine, which may seem strange to you at
first, but if you just do as I say, you’ll
be a killer inside that ring!
Trixie leans in to hear him and smiles from ear to ear
TRIXIE
(Excited)
Yes, I’m hoping to be a killer in the ring,
whatever you say. I could use a good routine
to help me in this semi-final and final round
next week. I would love to rub it in to Aqua
Drop that I won the big world belt. What’s the
routine? Is it hard?
Trixie puts her hands on her lap to listen attentively to Ernie.
ERNIE
(Looking coy)
Oh, it’s hard alright. Probably harder than
I ever remember it being before, in fact.
But I’m confident you can handle it. Why don’t
we agree to meeting together tomorrow morning
and I’ll run you through the first day? It’ll
be an intense week but you’ll come out of it
a better woman.
Trixie grins and nods at every word
TRIXIE
Tomorrow morning sounds perfect. You’ll take my
mind off everything and just let me focus on this
training. Let it be hard, I can do it. I know I can.
Parker raises his glass.
ERNIE
I’m quite sure of it, my dear. A toast! To us.
Trixie raises her glass and they connect gently.
TRIXIE
Thanks for giving your time to me Ernie. I am
going to come out of it a fantastic woman
Trixie giggles with excitement and quenches it with a small sip of wine. She sighs and looks around the restaurant for any cameras and smiles with none in sight
TRIXIE
I really think I should probably work
on submissions though. Lara basically
said I have no chance of escaping her
holds. I think it’s probably best I don’t
let her grab me at all right? Or should I?
What do you think is best?
Pause.
ERNIE
Well, I could sit here and dissect a game
plan all night long, but the best thing for
us to do would be to go over it tomorrow in
training. I’ll put you in some tight holds;
really tight holds and I’ll see how you handle
it. Once I’ve seen you trying to escape my grip,
I’ll know how to approach everything.
TRIXIE
Well thank you Ernie. You’re such a sweetie.
So glad I have you on my side.
‘Pretty Boy’ grins, which could be mistaken for looking quite sinister.
ERNIE
This is going to be the start of something
very beautiful, champ!
The pair continue their dining experience, as we
FADE TO BLACK.
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Post by Ernie Parker on Sept 5, 2016 13:34:15 GMT
INT. ERNIE PARKER’S HOME - GARAGE - BEVERLY HILLS - MONDAY, JUNE 27, 2016 - MORNING.
The garage door is open on the make-shift gym attached to ERNIE PARKER’S home. The Don is wearing a lime green tracksuit and black head band, presumably to catch the sweat from his bald head.
He’s panting furiously, exhausted, as he takes tired strides on the running machine. TRIXIE stands beside the equipment, monitoring him on a stop watch.
ERNIE
(exhausted)
I can’t… Can’t go any further.
In a panic, he hammers the palm of his hand down onto the red emergency stop button, bringing the apparatus to a grinding halt. The Don collapses and gasps for air, with Trixie looking wholly unimpressed.
ERNIE
(Through heaving breaths)
How… How long was that?
TRIXIE
(Studying the watch)
Forty seven seconds…
She bites her bottom lip, embarrassed for him. He shakes his head, looking a little humiliated by it all.
ERNIE
(Catching his breath)
It was too… too fast! I usually last
much… longer than that.
The Don stands to his feet, ushering Trixie to lend a hand. She reaches out and pulls him up. He sighs.
ERNIE
Why are you looking at me like that?
The machine must be faulty…
Trixie looks the machine over and nods in agreement.
TRIXIE
I don’t know much about machines, but
you’re Ernie Parker. Yeah, this must be
faulty. Are you ok?
ERNIE
I’m Ernie Parker! Of course I’m okay…
Just, uh… Just give me a few minutes,
would you?
He nods and waves his index finger in the air assertively, before heading over to a bench in the corner. His old body lands like it was tossed and he groans.
ERNIE
Anyway, this isn’t about my physical
conditioning - it’s about yours! I want
to see what you’ve got.
Trixie nods.
ERNIE (Cont’d)
Now, did you wear what I asked you to?
He studies her pink tracksuit and looks unimpressed. Trixie blinks at him and looks down at her attire.
TRIXIE
I did. I have them on underneath this.
I thought they were quite short though.
Are you sure they’re going to help me
with training?
Trixie pulls down the waistband of her tracksuit pants to show the thong line on her hip, proving to Ernie she is wearing them.
ERNIE
(Eyes widening)
Oh yes, they’re going to be vital
to your training.
Parker reaches over to the top of a steel cabinet beside him and grabs a bottle of baby oil.
ERNIE (Cont’d)
Alright, first things first - lose that
tracksuit, young lady. We’re going to do
some skin on skin grappling.
Trixie smiles to Ernie
TRIXIE
Great!
The blonde removes her bottoms and jacket, revealing a bra and thong ensemble that would blow your mind.
TRIXIE (Cont’d)
I need to do some grapple training.
Parker looks like a fat kid in a candy store. He stands up and unzips his own tracksuit jacket, revealing his bare - but hairy - chest. The pants follow, so that all that remains is a pair of blue speedo trunks.
ERNIE
(Excitedly)
Okay! Let’s oil up and get started!
He tosses Trixie a bottle of baby lotion, before retrieving a second bottle and lathering his own body. The blonde catches the lotion and studies it, looking confused.
TRIXIE
Um, wait. Why are we using baby oil?
And why are you wearing the speedos?
ERNIE
(Studying the speedos briefly and innocently)
Oh? Would you prefer me to lose them too?
TRIXIE
No! No, I mean why so little clothing?
ERNIE
Ah! Disappointing.
He continues to lather up.
ERNIE (Cont’d)
Well, my thinking is that Lara Chambers
is a hussy. She wears next to nothing
inside the ring, so I want to simulate a
real experience - or as close to the real
thing as possible. I’m going to lather up,
you’ll do the same and we’ll go through
some drills! Easy!
TRIXIE
Makes senses. Good thinking Ernie. I’m so
lucky to have you.
Trixie squirts some oil into her hand and lathers up her arms and toned stomach. She tries to get her back by reaching over her shoulders but has difficulty.
ERNIE
(Enthusiastically)
Uh, uh - allow me!
He jogs over to her and before she’s afforded the chance to accept or decline the offer, he’s rubbing baby oil all over her back.
ERNIE
There, there - we have to get every
inch covered.
TRIXIE
(Innocently)
Good plan.
Parker suddenly grabs Trixie into a waist lock and wrestles her to the ground, mounting her unexpectedly and in an unorthodox position. She squeals.
ERNIE
Mistake number one! Never trust
your opponent!
Trixie nods and tries to push herself off the ground in a see-saw like motion.
TRIXIE
Ok, how would I get out of
this hold?
Trixie strains trying to push Ernie off her back, while Parker looks like he’s died and gone to heaven.
TRIXIE
Ernie?
ERNIE
Figure it out! I’ll give you another
few seconds. Keep wriggling!
MONTAGE
Music Playing: Hallelujah From The Messiah - Händel
• Ernie slides all over the ground with Trixie, loving every single second while she desperately tries to counter his holds.
• Parker adopts a German Suplex position while in a mount, smiling from ear to ear as Trixie takes it seriously.
• Trixie eventually counters an arm-bar attempt with a float-over and mount of her own, which Ernie doesn’t resist.
• The blonde babe bounces hypnotically on a jump rope, while Parker stares at her like a Deer caught in the headlights of a truck.
• The Don goes back to the grappling, but Trixie has improved dramatically and counters with ease, applying a rear naked choke. Ernie lies on his back with Trixie underneath him; his face showing nothing but ecstasy.
BACK TO SCENE - LATER
Ernie is spread-eagle on the ground, panting heavily, exhausted and extremely satisfied with the morning he’s had. Trixie has put her tracksuit back on and zips the jacket up.
TRIXIE
Thanks Ernie. I feel so much more confident now for Sunday. How did I do?
ERNIE
(Staring at the ceiling, smile hurting his face)
You… were incredible.
END.
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Post by Ernie Parker on Sept 5, 2016 13:36:11 GMT
INT. THE FRESH STUDIOS – BACKSTAGE – CONTINUOUS.
GEORGIA MACK stands over by a loading bay with a small circle of backstage technicians, engaging in small talk. It looks positive, with a few “congratulations” being overheard.
WALTER HOBBS barges through the scene, fired up and full of intensity. He points at Georgia as he storms past.
WALTER
(Screaming, aggressive and intense)
Congratulations, Georgia!
I’m so happy for you!
It startles Georgia, who just watches him head for the entrance, with LANA and MICKEY CONWAY trailing behind. They all pass TRIXIE, who stands alone, staring at Georgia Mack in the distance.
The gorgeous blonde’s eyes narrow and she starts motioning to approach, but an old hand reaches out and grabs her by the arm, stopping her in her tracks.
ERNIE
There she is! My little
Tinkerbelle!
TRIXIE
(Startled, surprised)
Ernie! Wow, you scared me
a little there!
ERNIE
(Chuckling)
Nonsense! You have to be prepared
for attacks from all angles!
Georgia leaves the loading bay, as Trixie watches her make an exit. She looks a little frustrated, but Parker doesn’t detect this.
ERNIE (Cont’d)
Might I say, you look ravishing!
Wow!
He leans back, tilting his head a little, admiring Trixie’s skimpy, super revealing ring attire. The ‘Bad Kitty’ smiles.
TRIXIE
Thanks, Ern. You always know
what to say.
ERNIE
No, no – thank you. You’ve reinvigorated
my lust for this business and made
an old fool very happy this week,
especially your performance in our
training sessions.
TRIXIE
They were so helpful, Ernie; honestly.
Don’t get me wrong, at first I was a
little confused by some of your methods,
especially the whole ‘find the sausage
while blindfolded’ thing.
ERNIE
(Defensively)
That was for awareness.
TRIXIE
Yeah, you said. But hearing how happy
you sounded when I found that little
thing – wow. It was so inspiring to
think that I had made a legend like
you proud.
The blonde throws her arms around him and gives him an appreciative hug. Parker’s face looks stunned.
ERNIE
(Mouthing silently to himself)
Little?
Trixie pulls away and smiles.
TRIXIE
Before you, I was confident I could
beat her. Thanks to you, I know I’m
going to beat her.
ERNIE
(Grinning)
You ARE the next World Champion, darling.
We just have to run through the game plan
one more time.
‘Pretty Boy’ hooks her arm, linking his with it. He heads away from the camera.
ERNIE
In private, of course. This is
confidential.
TRIXIE
(Intrigued)
Oh, exciting!
The pair head for the trailer area, away from the cameras.
CLINT KNOX (O.S)
If I’d have known Trixie was such
a dumbass, I’d have sold myself as
a trainer! Parker sounds like he’s
had the best week of his life.
KYLE NEWMAN (O.S)
She sounds confident, which is exactly
what you need to be ahead of a fight as
big as tonight’s semi-final clash with
a fighter whose got a decade of experience
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