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It IS you!!
Hi, my name is Jeff. Lemme tell you about this jerk, Craig Marduk, who destroyed my pride. I mean, all I did was go to practice, and I actually see THE Craig Marduk! At first, I thought, "Nah... must be just a look-a-like."
But then, like the brilliant man that I am, I get this idea to ask him. So I say, "Craig Marduk?" He glanced at me. "It IS you! I used to watch your fights on TV all the time!" I was so excited, I introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Jeff Slater, the current Vale Tudo (pronounced: VAL TOOD) champion." With a huge grin, I said, "How about a little one-on-one? It'll be the biggest unofficial bout of the century. The bad-ass reigning champ (that's me!) versus the legend who disappeared at the wake of a scandal!" The nerve of that guy, he just brushed me aside like I was a nobody. Well, I'll show him... I put my hand up to his chest— not like that! Lemme rewind a sec. *dj scratches on a turntable* I stopped him (that's better). "Oh, runnin' away, huh? What, afraid to see 'Legendary Fighter KO'ed' in the headlines?" Then, that IDIOT head-butt me... what a weird coincidence, 'cause the batteries to my walkman died. You could even hear it dying as I fell. I distictively could remember it sounding like this: "Err... errrr... eeerrrr... r..." Yeah.
And on top of it, he says "Don't bother getting (then he does this weird eye-roll thing) UP," and steps on my stomach on the way out. Ouch. Was it something I said?
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