“You ruined my ratings,” he says, but there’s no venom. “That was the best performance I’ve ever had.”
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He steps forward, lifts you gently onto his shoulders, and the crowd erupts—real this time, or so it feels. Confetti rains from the ceiling. The fight ends not with a KO, but with a standing ovation. “You ruined my ratings,” he says, but there’s no venom