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September 6th, 2009 - 03:05 am
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"THE WINNER!" Shouts the announcer, throwing the webslinger's arm into the air as the crowd cheers.
After the fight, both of them head backstage. "Soo, about that prize money?"
"Heh, straight to the point. All ya gotta do is sign a contract selling your likeness rights and your services over to me, and you get your moolah." says the announcer.
"Hang on. I'm not signing anything."
"No contract, no cash kid. Them's the breaks."
"That's not fair!" Peter shouts.
"Not my problem." the announcer says as he rounds the corner. Seconds later, he gives a shout, "MY MONEY!" and a thief runs back around the corner toward Peter, who sidesteps the crook, letting him into the nearby elevator.
"W-why didn't you stop him? You could've taken him down easy!" The announcer asks.
"Not my problem." Peter answers.
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