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Paul walked down the corridors of the arena, his head looking down as he walked through the corridors. He had lost earlier in the night to Machine, and he didn't even know how Machine was able to sneak across the ring so quickly.
"There is something wrong about how he got from behind me..." trailed off Paul, who stared around.
Paul realized that there was no need to complain, because the fact of the matter was he had lost the match, and he had to be humble, regardless of how Machine had won, fair or unfair.
"I know that I have lost this round, Machine...but next week, it will be the end of you..." whispered Paul, who smiled to himself.
Paul walked out, and headed into the streets, refreshed that he had passed his first live show match.
One giant step passed...
"There is something wrong about how he got from behind me..." trailed off Paul, who stared around.
Paul realized that there was no need to complain, because the fact of the matter was he had lost the match, and he had to be humble, regardless of how Machine had won, fair or unfair.
"I know that I have lost this round, Machine...but next week, it will be the end of you..." whispered Paul, who smiled to himself.
Paul walked out, and headed into the streets, refreshed that he had passed his first live show match.
One giant step passed...