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He didn't attack. He started to shuffle. With a grace that defied his massive frame, he began the iconic dance. He crossed his arms, stepping side-to-side in perfect synchronization with the beat. He was no longer a threat; he was a performer.

Colt lowered his guns, mesmerized. He looked at the poisonous green gas creeping toward them. Usually, this was the moment of panic, the "Game Over" screen. But with El Primo leading the funeral march for their own match, it felt... right. He didn't attack

Colt checked his ammo. One shot left. He stepped out, ready to go down in a blaze of glory. He crossed his arms, stepping side-to-side in perfect

But El Primo didn’t charge. He didn’t leap. Instead, he stood perfectly still. He looked at the poisonous green gas creeping toward them

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.