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As the smoke finally touched them, El Primo triggered his Super one last time—not to crush Colt, but to launch himself into the air, silhouetted against the sun in a mid-air dance pose. The screen faded to black.

Colt checked his ammo. One shot left. He stepped out, ready to go down in a blaze of glory. As the smoke finally touched them, El Primo

Colt took cover behind a cactus, his fingers twitching over his revolvers. Across the clearing, he saw him: . The massive wrestler was at full health, his purple cape fluttering in the wind, his fists glowing with the energy of a ready Super. One shot left

But El Primo didn’t charge. He didn’t leap. Instead, he stood perfectly still. Across the clearing, he saw him:

Colt stared at the results screen, the tune still stuck in his head. He didn't even care about the lost trophies. He just needed to find that footage.