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"Folks... this one’s personal. That’s not just any opponent—Troy is facing his own niece tonight. And from what we've heard, he molested her for years. Tonight, she’s here to take her life back."
>Troy waddles out, shirt clinging to his sweat-soaked belly, breathing heavy after walking 20 feet. He grabs the mic.
"It was just jokies! Uncle Troy loves his lil baba boocha... don’t be mad... gib a huffa..."
>The crowd recoils. Disgust ripples through the arena like a wave of nausea.
His niece enters—no nonsense. Black gear, fire in her eyes, a steel chair in her hand.
"SHE’S NOT HERE FOR HUGS. SHE’S HERE TO COLLECT. YEARS of molestation, bottled up—and now it’s unleashing in front of 20,000 people and the ghost of Troy's father!"
>Troy tries to run. Trips. Falls. Starts crying and farting.
"It’s not fair! You’re bein’ da big stinky Beady! Everyone's mean to meee! I'M THE VICTIM! I'M WHOLESOME YOU JELLY!"
>She calmly cracks him across the back with the chair. Crowd erupts.
"CHAIR SHOT TO THE SPINE! A FAMILY TRADITION—BUT THIS TIME, IT’S JUSTICE!"
>She slams his blubbering, fat, snotty face into the mat, and pins him with a foot on his back like he’s roadkill.
>1... 2... 3.
"IT’S OVER! YEARS OF MOLESTATION. YEARS OF RETARDATION. ERASED IN THREE SECONDS AND A STEEL CHAIR! His niece just made a statement: no more victims."
>Troy lies twitching and crying, muttering nonsense about eggs and huffing farts. She walks away without looking back.
"That wasn’t just a win... that was a generational exorcism. Sometimes, karma wears boots—and tonight, they came laced by family."
