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The camera is close-up on Martinez's face. He appears exhausted. We pulls back to see blood dripping from a deep gash on his arm. We pull further back to see he is surrounded by a chain link fence and a tunnel has been dug under it. The cameraman is standing on the side, holding a stop watch. Jimmy looks at the cameraman solemnly and nods.

Close-up on the cameraman's hand as he presses the button...

With a loud whoop, Jimmy throws himse into the tunnel. His wounded arm brushes against the bottom of the fence, splattered blood before he drops out of sight. The camera man watches the watch, and then watches the other end of the tunnel...

Close-up on the watch...10 seconds...20 seconds...30 seconds...If Jimmy isn't out by a minute, he would lose the match no matter what...He's been tuning his body to the max, working up his endurance. He might not be alone in that simple tunnel, so they set up a few blocking pads...But a minutes is all the time Jimmy has... 40 seconds...50 seconds...Too slow?

NO! Jimmy bursts out at 54 seconds, and rushs up a set of concrete stairs. Sweat pours down his body as he fights to make it to the ladder up top. He climbs the ladder and touches the plastic mock belt set up on top...

The camera swings over to watch Jimmy, who sits on top of the ladder, his head down in thought. Finally he looks up into the camera, as he rips his shirt to tie off the wound. "Whatever you throw at me...it's not going to be enough. Whoever I have to get through...their not going to be enough to stop me...I am tired of lounging in the low card fighting four other newcomers, who vanished off the scene after I beat them...or rookies who need help to fight me...I want that title...and there is no way I am not going to get it."

"Everyone tells me I should be afraid of Doomsday, but he won't stop me. I don't care how big he is, I will beat him. Shoulders down, 1...2...3..dig? I'm ready...ready for the cheers, ready for the pain...and most of all...

Brightens suddenly, "Ready for the fine @$$ women who are gonna wanna **** the gladiator championship....What Can I say...I love my fans!"

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