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splintered nerves & cat calls that lead to the center stage; deodorized & pumped up, head of the cavalcade; the l.e.d.s are spelling out 'mr b bruizer, king of the ring'
so here we are, me and my sort of foe, two jacked actors and the referee ready to blow; stand up proponents of the right to entertain, and tickle the public with some scenes of athletic barbarity.
here it is, what you were all waiting for - the finely tensioned moments before the starting bell, the endless sea of signs saying barry 3:16, and the unity through mutual antipathy.
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