Colt took cover behind a cactus, his fingers twitching over his revolvers. Across the clearing, he saw him: . The massive wrestler was at full health, his purple cape fluttering in the wind, his fists glowing with the energy of a ready Super.
But El Primo didn’t charge. He didn’t leap. Instead, he stood perfectly still. Colt took cover behind a cactus, his fingers
The desert sun beat down on the Thousand Lakes map. Smoke was closing in, and only two Brawlers remained. But El Primo didn’t charge
He didn't attack. He started to shuffle. With a grace that defied his massive frame, he began the iconic dance. He crossed his arms, stepping side-to-side in perfect synchronization with the beat. He was no longer a threat; he was a performer. The desert sun beat down on the Thousand Lakes map
Colt stared at the results screen, the tune still stuck in his head. He didn't even care about the lost trophies. He just needed to find that footage.