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Days turned into weeks and with every day that passed, Slam felt himself getting exhausted. He couldn't believe how many competitions his manager had booked him! He may have seemed like someone who was able to handle everything, but even he had his own limitations. His manager had him under his control that Slam didn't know if he'd be able to get out of it.

He was glad that this was his last competition for the day. A competition that the whole world was watching and would determine if he would make it to the tournament. What was the use of it anyway? Slam knew that if he was going to win, his manager was going to get the greater amount of money than he was. Maybe it was better after this competition for him to fire his manager. He had the right to do it if he was getting abused all the time. The one thing that shocked him was that nobody else was able to see it.

However, he thought back on that day where he met that gray rabbit. He had been so kind to him where Slam had forgotten what it was like to feel truly welcomed. He had felt a little bit foolish by considering that rabbit a friend, but he was true to his word. He didn't know when he'd be able to see him again but he hoped that their paths would cross again.

"Oh Slam," came his manager's voice into the locker room as Slam tried his hardest not to roll his eyes. "There's my big gold mine." The man smirked maliciously as he approached the Tasmanian devil. "We need to renew our contract. The rules are basically the same. The percent cut, how long we work together, that sort of thing. I just need your signature right there," he said as he pointed over to the dotted line.

Slam knew the process. He had been through it plenty of times with this man. He was tempted to decline working with him but knowing this man's nature, Slam knew that he was going to be out on the streets without any support. Considering where he used to be years ago, homeless and without a job, he was glad that he had gotten out of it. Even with the percent cut that he could keep, it wasn't enough to support him. He hated doing this again, but he fell into submission and scribbled his name by the dotted line.

"Excellent!" his manager said as he took the contract. "We'll be working together in the next five years. Now let's get ready. You must face your opponent, my friend."

Five years?! Slam thought. It was going to be a long couple of years and Slam didn't know if he could handle it anymore. With what he was going through, did his career as a wrester matter anymore? A low dismayed grumble escaped his mouth but he knew that it was going to be up to him on how to handle all of this. He could try to make life easy or continue to make it harder for himself. In the end, he knew that he needed to get out!

He was on limited time before the competition began. Getting up from the bench, he walked out the doors of the locker room and walked towards the area where the competition was being held. It was the usual treatment. Fans sitting on the bleachers and screaming at the top of their lungs, waiting for the match to begin. It was amazing how much people like to see others fighting, but he was glad that the fighting wasn't to be death. Otherwise, that would be one undelightful match.

Taking a deep breath, Slam walked up to the wrestling arena got himself positioned by the ring ropes and awaited to face off his opponent. He watched as the announcer clung tightly onto the microphone and introduced the fighters. The fans cheered for his opponent who stepped in the arena and cheered along with the fans.

"Versus the Terror from Somewhere, Twisted Spinner!"

The was his cue. Slam catapulted himself from the ring ropes and jumped in the middle of the arena. He heard fans cheering for him once he had his presence known. It was a whole different type of love where in the end, it was not going to count for anything. It wasn't long before the match began and he faced off with his opponent.

The two wrestlers grabbed one another by the arm and Slam felt his body lifted from the ground. The opponent swung him in the air in a quick three sixty degrees and then threw him towards the ring ropes. Slam felt his body hitting the ropes before he was catapulted to the ground. He didn't see it coming but one thing that he could feel was determination. He was not incapacitated by such a futile attack. With a growl, he got up from the floor and glared at his opponent who was cheering at his little 'victory.'

"SLAM MOVE IT!" he heard his manager screaming at the top of his lung, more than the fans were.

The voice. It was beginning to irritate him. He looked at his opponent and even though the idea of sportsmanship was important, Slam couldn't help but imagine his manager's standing where his opponent was. Keeping that imagination in his eyes, Slam let out a growl and jumped in the air. He directed all his strength and body towards his opponent and landed on his shoulders.

"Crush him, crush him!" the fans from the bleachers yelled as he threw their arms in the air, mostly encouraging his opponent.

Using all his strength, Slam bought his body towards the ground and flipped his opponent towards those cheering fans. He stood up on his feet, waiting to see how his opponent would respond. He felt a little out of breath, but that adrenaline kept on going…and it seemed to feel hot in this arena than usual.

Suddenly, a flash of light caught Slam's eye as he threw his head up at the ceiling and noticed a trail of smoke that was left behind by the light. Then, that light got brighter and brighter as it took over the rest of the arena. He could hear people screaming in fear from that light and running to get away.

"Oh-oh-oh I'm outta here!" his manager yelled as he left a trail of dust behind him and ran after the group of people.

However, Slam was mesmerized by that light that all he could do was stare at it and say, "pretty."