>>936321236"Folks... this oneโs personal. Thatโs not just any opponentโTroy is facing his own niece tonight. And from what we've heard, he molested her for years. Tonight, sheโs 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... donโt be mad... gib a huffa..."
>The crowd recoils. Disgust ripples through the arena like a wave of nausea.His niece entersโno nonsense. Black gear, fire in her eyes, a steel chair in her hand.
"SHEโS NOT HERE FOR HUGS. SHEโS HERE TO COLLECT. YEARS of molestation, bottled upโand now itโs unleashing in front of 20,000 people and the ghost of Troy's father!"
>Troy tries to run. Trips. Falls. Starts crying and farting."Itโs not fair! Youโre beinโ 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 TRADITIONโBUT THIS TIME, ITโS JUSTICE!"
>She slams his blubbering, fat, snotty face into the mat, and pins him with a foot on his back like heโs roadkill.>1... 2... 3."ITโS 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 wasnโt just a win... that was a generational exorcism. Sometimes, karma wears bootsโand tonight, they came laced by family."