33Judd has such a good head of steam going, he knocks the gym doors open when he rolls into them.
Suddenly, a spotlight blazes to life, catching us in its blinding beam. A man's voice blares over a loudspeaker, talking in what sounds like French interspersed with the screeching of alley cats.
Is anyone else in the room? It sounds perfectly silent, except for the announcer. Maybe the latest round of Permanent Tournament events is done without an audience.
Judd rolls forward in a serpentine path, and the spotlight follows. I don't know what he has in mind, he hasn't talked to me lately, but I guess it doesn't matter. He seems to be handling himself pretty well, better than ever. I guess maybe he was right about fighting fire with fire...crazy with crazy.
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