It had been quite a few minutes and the paramedics had surrounded Mystic. His eyes opened and he looked in to the lighted ceiling... This was the end of the road for him... He was fired. Rolling off the tourniquet, he was walking out of Mania. Struggling some to get up, the blood and some of the paint had been removed from his face. Sliding out of the ring, he started up the ramp. The fans remained silent. They weren't sure to cheer because he was walking out, or to boo because he wouldn't wrestle any more. After he made his way to the back, he started off towards his room.
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