The camera cuts back stage to where Tank Buster is seen preparing for a match against a heavy bag. He is working the bag over with punches, knees, kicks and elbows, brutalized the bag as the camera moves closer. Seeming to hear the footsteps, Tank Buster turns and face the camera.
Tank Buster: What do you bastards want? I am busy preparing for my title match tonight.
Tank Buster turns and delivers a powerful right hook knocking the bag off its stand.
Tank Buster: This is my last hurrah, my last showdown, my last shot. If I lose tonight, its game over for me. I have to win, because if I don't win, I will no longer be the Tank Buster that I once was. Not that I am the same, I am bitter towards this crowd who seems to no longer appreciate my talent and skills. Frankily, who needs them anymore?
Tank Buster shoves the camera down and away from his face as he storms off. The camera cuts off.
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