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April 11th, 2015
Misty, Madison Square Garden
An empty stadium echoes louder than the deepest, darkest caves in the world; as far as final thoughts went, he mused, this one was pretty deep. Now, he only hoped he would live long enough to murmur it to someone before he died. The proud man, adorned in gold tights and flashy feathers, was hunched in the ring, kneeling, breathing harder than he ever had in his life. He managed a few scant breaths more as he looked up to his attacker. The lights, though not as bright as performing nights, must have been blinding him...because what he was seeing was figure stared down, a mixture of pity and disgust playing across his face. Unsteadily, the proud man summoned all his strength to push himself off the tan mat, the mat that was more familiar to the touch than his own bed.
"You think this is the end boy? You think...*cough* you think that you can take down this limousine ridin', jet flyin', wheelin' dealin' kiss stealin' son of a bitch?" The kneeling man stumbled to his feet, facing the dark figure of his death. "Do you know who I am?! I'm Ric Flair!" Taking shaky steps, the aged wrestler came face to face with his attacker, the final acts of a man ages past his prime. He drew a shaky breath, his sweat soaked nose nearly touching his attacker's. "Wooo-" The crack echoed through Madison Square Garden, the home arena of the WWE. A few seconds later, the limp, lifeless body of the Nature Boy hit the mat for the last time.
It was a misty April morning when Triple H found Ric Flair, dead in the ring.