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Championship

I want all the gold.

I want all the smoke.

I’ll do whatever it takes to win a championship, because I already can’t wait to defend it.

How many championships can one hold?

How many nights can the arena fill every seat with every ticket sold?

Raise it over my head with every ounce of pride.

The emotions of the crowd make me feel something deep inside.

And once I’m champion, I’ll forever know- what’s it like to be a living legend that never dies.

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