Placeholder: [art by Mil Mascaras] The crowd roars with anticipation as Rocky steps into the ring, his muscles taut and his determination unwavering. Across from him stands his opponent, a formidable champion with a reputation for crushing his foes with ruthless precision. The air crackles with tension as the two fighters lock eyes, each knowing that only one will emerge victorious from this brutal showdown. [art by Mil Mascaras] The crowd roars with anticipation as Rocky steps into the ring, his muscles taut and his determination unwavering. Across from him stands his opponent, a formidable champion with a reputation for crushing his foes with ruthless precision. The air crackles with tension as the two fighters lock eyes, each knowing that only one will emerge victorious from this brutal showdown.

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[art by Mil Mascaras] The crowd roars with anticipation as Rocky steps into the ring, his muscles taut and his determination unwavering. Across from him stands his opponent, a formidable champion with a reputation for crushing his foes with ruthless precision. The air crackles with tension as the two fighters lock eyes, each knowing that only one will emerge victorious from this brutal showdown.

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