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Tuesday, June 01, 2010


This is the summer of Segundacaida where we will try to put up one thing a day. we missed memorial day monday and so here is a retro DVDVR thing to make up for it.

IWA - Mid-South "No Blood No Guts no Glory"

Original Rippa Editor's Note: There is just too much baffling Tom nonsense to edit this piece into something resembling coherent thought. I gave up after he spelled the guy from Harley Race's fed three different ways in less than 12 words. You will thank me for this later. WINDSOME STRANGER!)

I guess I should start off with some background on how this thing got written. Originally the idea was to do this as a round table with, I think, Dean starting it. But of course Dean is always trying to hold the young talent down and so that never happened. Meanwhile, I went temporarily insane as I have a tendency to do, as I tried to start the Cult of Adam Gooch and started writing long pieces about Adam Gooch and magical antelopes, Adam Gooch and the meaning of the universe, haiku’s about Adam Gooch’s 619s etc. Eventually I was able to write about the non-Gooch sections of the “No Blood No Guts no Glory” show. While I still haven’t found a way to write meaningfully about the Adam Gooch sections of the show without rambling into incoherence, I have tried to cut and paste the least rambling Gooch screeds into this thing.

This is the IWA’s annual “No Blood, No Guts, No Glory show.” This year it takes on extra meaning as “Old Man Charlie”, the IWA-MS regular (you may remember him as the old man in the odd foam bat hat from Hero vs. American Kickboxer) had recently passed away. After Ian does a neat “state of the IWA” speech (remember the episode of Raw where Vince came out and did like a speech to the stockholders where he blamed everyone but himself for the WWFs condition and said “ruthless aggression” a lot and it sucked…this was nothing like that, as Ian presents himself and the promotion as being part of a growing family so this is like the best high school coach ever talking about how we all pitch in together to make this work), he delivers a eulogy for Charlie. And the whole show becomes dedicated to Charlie’s memory.

“Somewhere tonight, Charlie’s gonna leave here. He’s gonna go to a wrestling show in Heaven…and Tojo Yamamoto, you fucker, you better watch out, cause Charlie’s on the prowl”

Hey it’s Marck Goodecker from Harley Race’s WLW. Goodicker is no Josh Besore but he’s a fine basic lil Harley Race trained junior. He’s wearing tights designed by Keith Herring and working as a basic underdog babyface with lots of dropkicks and an occasional slightly unbelievable suplex on the bigger Bradley.

When I first was exposed to Brad Bradley he was a big green wrestler with neat suplexes and a couple cool Euro reversals who struggled to run the ropes. He also used to wear a pair of khaki pleated dockers and a leather belt to the ring. Not a cowboy leather belt, but a nice black leather belt…the kind you’d wear with dockers. Brad Bradley now wrestles in a singlet and was working a big guy heel offense with lots of kicks and clotheslines. I miss the chinos look on Bradley but this is fine opening match with basic big guy heel vs. underdog babyface.


Jayden Draygo has a pony tail and looks like a guy who is way too into Dungeons and Dragons. The kind of guy who works as a pizza delivery guy but doesn’t identify or talk with the other workers, although he occasionally mumbles about how he’s saving his money to buy an “authentic” sword. If you asked him if he was supposed to be wrestling as a heel or a face, he’d tell you he was “chaotic evil” or some such. He should have a roll of the dice with a pumphandle as a finisher. “He beat him with the 12 sided die”

Adam Gooch also looks like a guy who should be a pizza delivery guy. Kind of genial goofy, lanky guy, prematurely balding but lots of fun to work with. We all worked next to him at one point, in some mind numbing service economy job. The guy who’d answer the phone with funny voices and figured out how to blow cigarette smoke through a straw into the pizza boxes and make you laugh. He’s wearing a shirt that says, “I still chew my collars” and you got to love that.

If this was Chikara Pro, both guys would be wrestling as slightly malevolent pizza delivery mascots…and this would be the Noid contra Bad Andy. I have seen a bunch of Hitpoints Draygo and Adam Gooch over the last couple years and neither of them ever really stood out to me. Somehow when put in the ring together, I saw them both in a whole new light and it all made sense.

Raven Mack runs a tape review site with a couple of folks. They have posted rules of law including Law Number FIVE: Triple H is not what a wrestler is supposed to look like; Dick Murdoch is what a wrestler is supposed to look like.

There is a lot of insight into what wrestling is and should be in that rule. Wrestling isn’t the traditional fairytale about the hero leaving the village to go off into the dark forest. Fuck the bourgeois villagers; this is about the deep forest for those of us who live in the forest. Wrestling is where Ric Flair, son of a well to do doctor can’t be trusted. He goes into the woods to the deep forest of Blackjack’s family picnic. And the hero of this story isn’t the guy from the village, the hero is the guy in the deep forest.

Hollywood can never tell that story. Hollywood is always about fear of the forest…fear of the savage Indian, the unemployed rural folks of the Deliverance/I Spit on Your Grave. These folks don’t live by the same sets of laws as the children of doctors. The world would be a better place if they could just destroy the other. Nature would be nice if the only people you had to deal with were middle class college grads. And well they’ve succeeded. LL Bean hires college grads to be FREE kayak convince you to buy their merchandise. Where are the doctors sons gonna go when they need to put a bounty on someone? My local Bowl America where the obese meth snorting fry cook introduced me to the third wave of Finnish hardcore music, is now a 21 and over bowling alley/ nightclub with a souse chef and the lanes aren’t even well maintained. There are no arcades, just Dave and Busters. The only place left for kids to get hooked on meth and learn about hardcore music is the alleys behind 7-11s. The Dick Murdochs, the Blackjacks and Wahoos have been pushed further and further out and the sons of doctors can live their whole lives without ever interacting with them.

So the other day I’m watching this shitty One Hour Photo movie where the dark forest is the local strip mall. Cause the sons of doctors still have to interact with people stuck in the current shitty service economy. Those guys, the pizza delivery boys, the photo shop workers…the sons of doctors, the Hollywood types, the Las Vegas hearthrobs still have to interact with those people. And they’re scary…they don’t live under the same laws, don’t have same concerns and well…

Triple H spends his nights having nightmares about them. Helmsleys life would be so beautiful if it was just made up of people who lived by his principles. If the world were just made up of the likes of men built of roids and who fear their hair loss like Steiner, Savage and Vince. If the world were only filled with shemales constructed out of male growth hormone with silicone distinguish them from the men. Oh life would be so perfect for him then.

But at night he worries. He has nightmares about the people who live outside his world. Nightmares about the Phillipino girl working at Chinos trying to explain how to accessorize to Linda.

Nightmares about the delivery boys that Stephany is always calling for.

Nightmares about the guy at CVS who does the photo processing for his monthly “Kowalski School reunion” camping trips with Albert and Saturn.

Nightmares about the junkie Puerto Rican at the Gap… why is that salesman always telling Helmsley to stop buying Jeans with Whiskers?. He always says “cats have whiskers, Meester”. What does that mean? Why would a salesman tell you not to buy a product. Helmsley likes his jeans with whiskers. He doesn’t understand.

These folks are unpredictable to Helmsley. They don’t live by the same laws. Somehow he knows deep down that Helmsley vs Scott Steiner is not what wrestling is supposed to look like.

He sees that there is a straight line between Wahoo vs. Murdoch and Draygo vs. Gooch that completely bypasses Helmsley.

Draygo vs. Gooch isn’t as good as Wahoo vs. Murdoch but you can see the potential there hiding under the surface. A couple nice tight headlocks, the face/heel structure, the way Draygo breaks up every rope running segment, Gooch’s tope con hilo and rope walk into rana…

This may not be the future of wrestling, but it might just be the future of America.

Prazac on commentary refers to Murphy as catlike. I’ve never heard a wrestling announcer refer to a white wrestler as catlike before. Is Murphy working an octaroon gimmick?

Matt Murphy looks really sharp here. Matt is playing smaller heel to bigger Hero. They even do the super-old old school Murphy can’t body slam Hero spot…and somewhere Super Porky smiles.

Figure Dean and Phil will discuss Hero and the great forearm exchange section, so I’m going to talk about Murphy instead.

Murphy does a bunch of neat heelish things, including telling the IWA-Ms fans to put out there cigarettes while he’s wrestling. All of his strikes look really good (other than the ones when Hero is doing the Andre spot tied in the ropes…which I think Hero should have left as an exclusive CM Punk spot anyway but…) and somehow he pulls off a crossbody as a heel spot.

My favorite spot in the match is when Hero tries to pull Murphy into the ring by the ropes... and Murphy lets go of the ropes to knee Hero in the head.

I don’t much care for the finish of the match but Murphy sells a low blow all the way to the back. I appreciate that kind of thing.

These are two of my favorite IWA MS workers. Both guys are top of the line brawlers who know how to make their punches and clotheslines both look good and seem meaningful.

That said this match was kind of paced like an indy “what-will-it-take-to-put-him away”juniors match complete with Guerrero/Malenko roll up section. Added to that (while the last three matches were face/heel) this is worked face/face. Plus it has the wrestler tries hits opponent with opponents own finisher spot that’s annoyingly cliché. Not to mention that it has tornado DDTs and superkicks in it.

So it’s a face-vs- face- “what-will-it-take-to-put-him-away”-match-with -Malenko-Guerrero -roll -ups –missed-clotheslines- with-tornado-DDTs-superkicks-ending-with-guys hitting-each-others-finishers-and-then- ending-with –mutual-respect. AW FUCK!!!! That may be my least favorite way to lay out a match.

Instead of bigger and bigger US indy-AJ headdrops, Tony and the Corporal do bigger and bigger garbage spots. Despite this being a match type that I don’t much care for (actively hate) this kind of does work, and simply because the two have nice grasp of basics this is better than a lot matches in this genre.

Too Tough Tony seems to have lost a lot of weight, as he seems less pudgy. The tornado DDT and the superkick actually look decent and all their other offense is really crisp.

I often times don’t much dig Too Tough Tony’s aerial offense as his Sabu legdrop spot and plancha can be hit and miss, both look really good here. All the big bumps look suitably nasty and build well (at least they build a lot better than that CZW 4 way iron match… feint praise).

While most matches built like these tend to be spot-spot-spot-now you do spot-spot-spot-spot…wait wait now me again….Robinson and Tony actually know how to brawl meaningfully so they’re not just taking turns on offense.

I really dug the initial big bumps, nasty suplex onto chairs and a NARSTY brainbuster onto a chair. I also liked the disturbo imagery in the match: Corporal staples a dollar to Tony’s cheek, Tony does crowns gate onto thumbtack wiffle ball bat leaving thumbtacks in Corporals neck.

I didn’t like the two count roll ups and I didn’t much care for the Corporal tries to do crowns gate on Tony, Tony tries to do boot camp on Corporal section. Two guys I like stuck in a match genre that I HATE.

“Will yawl shut up!! I’m trying to WORK here.”

Tracy Smothers is returning from an injury that kept him out of the ring for six months. Jamie Dundee is introduced as being half of “world renowned tag team PG-13”. Dundee has his name tattooed on his back and there is no reason he shouldn’t be headlining sold out houses across the Gulas-Welch territory. He should be managing the Disciples of the New Church in TNA; he can do creepier mic work than Mitchell. It should be him instead of Edge going long with Angle on Smackdown.

Tracy Smothers gets on the mic does this great promo where he manages to get over that his opponent is formidable “you’re a former ten time champion”, that he is the man and that he hates the fans as he challenges everyone to fight him out back.

“and if I hear any of you jackoffs say Tracy sucks—I’ll personally go slap each and everyone of you….first time I here you say JC, JC, I’m gonna commit ultra mega double mass homicide”

Tracey keeps on egging on the fans goes to shadow box with them, dances, poses, stalls, responds to crowd taunts etc. “I’m gonna give you the wrestling lesson of your life”.

JC Ice watches Tracey stalling and well Dundee knows how to work this kind of match in his sleep. He poses, gets the mic; “I may be little but I don’t give a damn and you wanna know something…Tracey sucks!!!”

Man they have the fans in the palm of their hands. About 11 minutes after bell time and the two lock up collar and elbow, Tracey complains about hair pull. “That’s called working. “

They do a second lock up,go behind headscissors etc with Tracey trying to struggle out of Jacey’s take downs. They do several headlock exchanges again with Jacey (the face) showing his wrestling superiority by getting the better of them. The cheating Tracey complains about trunk and hair pulls.

Tracey wins one exchange and JC one-ups him by mockingly complaining about hair pulling…and two can play at this game.

Dundee hits a better powerslam than Edge. Goes for the ten count punches in corner, Tracey tells ref to look away and low blows Dundee following up the low blow with foot on the ropes pin.

The match went 22 minutes.

“That’s called working. That’s old school”.

This play-by- play description of match can’t convey how much I LOVED this match.


DAMN. This maybe the greatest worked shoot EVER. Remember that really shitty thing at the end of Russo’s WCW period where it was all about the worked shoot “oh he’s not cooperating here”. Well you may not remember since well no one watched WCW other than internet recappers at that point. But I remember reading about it and it being even shitty on paper. Well Vince Russo wishes he could be as great a booker as Ian. Ian totally pulls off a worked shoot. This is a match that you knew that he wasn’t going to loose due to the stips, and yet he makes it look like he was booked to job and refuses because of heat with booker of MAW (they’re running an inter-promotional feud).

Krueger comes in cocky taunting that he’s gonna leave Ian’s “#1 fan” (hell we’re all Ian’s #1 fans lately) bald and goes to plancha Ian. Ian moves out of the way and then it’s all Ian. Kruger takes one of the most impressive beatings I’ve ever seen. There is a HORRENDOUS powerbomb on the floor. Ian also pulls out the shootstyle senton and makes me believe in a figure four for the first time in ages. He beats and beats on Krueger, repeatedly lifting Krueger at two count. Krueger refuses to stay down for ten counts. Jim Fannon and Patty try to talk Ian into ending the match. They try to talk the ref into ending the match. Ian just lifts Kruger up for another nastier and nastier suplex.

After match Ian gives a heartfelt speech angry with ref, Patty and Fannin for messing with his business and the way he works his job. This is my job, this is what I do, don’t question it. You get sucked up in the momentum of this angle and suddenly an indy inter-promotional feud takes on a personal element and you wonder what MAW will do for revenge.

“This is IWA MS, we are the fucking real deal… You want sports entertainment well fuck you, cause sports entertainment sucks.”

A woman's match. Ian is a genius at card layout you have the nastiest one-sided beating I’ve ever seen and an anti-sports entertainment speech. And you sandwich that in-between a Tracey Smothers/JC Ice stall-a-thon and a woman’s match. If you put that kind of match at end of a card, the message would be “this match is real” unlike everything else on the card. Sandwiching it between the two most S.E.-ish matches on the card leaves the message that all this has an element of realness. Tracey Smothers stalling and Rain shoving dollars into her top all get some of “the fucking real deal” cachet.

As for actual match: Rain’s powerslam is better than Edge’s and I wouldn’t mind seeing a Rain vs. Miss Natural match.

Ace Steel looks like Dirk Benedict as Lt. Starbuck on Battlestar Galactica. Tareck looks creepier than any of the Cylons---except Tareck has this real jovial shit-eating grin.

Both guys grunt loudly in the ring. Imagine a joshi match where they replace the screaming with grunting.

Steel ducks a clothesline too late and gets caught hard. Tarek hits a narsty michinoku driver that should have led to three count.

My favorite spot in this match is there’s a point where Tarek tries to escape a hammerlock spot by doing the grab the leg escape…Steel pushes him off and refuses to let him do the escape. I really dug this…”fuck you ain’t doing that escape”.

They did one of those standoff/display of sportsmanship handshakes during match and put each over at the end of it. The little lack of cooperation in the hammerlock section was a nice break from all the friendliness.

Ian marks out like nuts for having Bobby Eaton and well given the competition between Ian’s IWA and Jim Cornette’s OVW, Bobby Eaton is a huge coup. That said Bobby Eaton is really at the end of his career and doesn’t even throw a crisp punch anymore. Bobby Eaton walking to ring put a smile on my face, seeing him in the ring just made me sad. Eaton doesn’t do his signature thumb to eye or rake across top rope spots either.

Mean Mitch Paige seems to have gotten somewhat good as he has nice worked punches, good clothesline and sells for Eaton. Eaton sells” I’m an old man and I just tore out my back throwing a hiptoss” which is kind of compelling.

For guys who aren’t much as singles wrestlers, Page and Hard are kind of a fun tag team. Hard has a nice clothesline and some good headbutts and both get in and out of ring fast enough so neither gets overexposed. Page punches and open handed slaps to Wolfs head till he opens up cuts.

About 25 minutes into the match (a match which has no business going 10) Tracey Smothers comes out and attacks Eaton. And IT’S ON!!!! Ian comes to separate the two and all Hell breaks loose.

This deserves being treated as separate match so I will treat it as such.

Ok remember all those UFO-NJ pull a parts…remember back when Zero-One match ended in a huge pull apart. THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN THAT….Tracy attacks Eaton the lockers empty to separate the two.

Gooch, Bradley, Ian and Hero are the first ones out. Adam Gooch full on deserves cult worship because of his performance here as he manages to constantly feed himself to Tracy Smothers to take another punch, kick or beating. And then he continues to sell allthe Tracy damage for rest of brawl. Tracy punches him in neck. Five minutes later hes right there feeding himself to Tracy to be punched in the eye, while still selling the neck.

Ian keeps on trying to talk Tracy down to no avail. Eaton wants a piece of Smothers, “You don’t scare me Smothers”. And this is total chaos. It really is based like a legit fight. Points of intense action than everyone trying to talk people down and then it all starts up again. Paced perfectly. Palmer comes out to separate two and gets slapped in eye. All the participants in tag get knocked around, chairs get upended. Tracy chases Eaton into the parking lot like its Pritchard vs. Dirty White Boy. This is cooler than Pritchard vs. Dirty White Boy. Adam Gooch keeps on feeding himself to Tracy who tosses around and kicks him recklessly.

A pregnant stripper in the audience swings a barbed wire bat at Smothers. And the next thing you know shes running to her boyfriend “holding him back”. You realize how much women “work” men in the wrestling sense as she holds her boyfriend back not to calm him but because both her and the boyfriend are legit scared of out of control Tracy. During this whole section Gooch gets punched in the neck and stomped on.

Smothers offers Hero the Fuerza handshake and well Hero falls for it. Hero eats a clothesline and then Smothers steps on Adam Gooch.

Holy shit Adam Gooch is my one to watch for this year!!! Not based on his actual match but based on his performance here as he just keeps on feeding himself to Smothers. Adam Gooch shows a kind of commitment to pro-wrestling here that’s just heartwarming. If Ross and Cornette meant any of that shit they talk about when going on about the history of the sport of kings and commitment to craft…Adam Gooch would have a WWE contract based on this brawl alone.

The crowd doesn’t know what to make of the chaos, Smothers comes across legit like a crazy idiot. He is your drunken uncle at Thanksgiving who kicks the dogs and calls the family matriarch a “nasty bitch”. Hes out of control and no one knows what to do about it.

Smothers climbs into the ring and gives everyone the double middle finger. And he means it. Calls people idiots, calls for Eaton, asks for “that bitch with the bat…I’ll spank her”, “anyone want to get in the ring”. Next thing you know Eaton’s back out and the two of them are at it again… and here comes Adam Gooch again to eat more punishment.

Ian again tries to calm everything down, Francine tries to calm Smothers down. Tracy gets in the ring again. A fat guy in the audience challenges Smothers. The fat guy takes his shirt off and... HOLY SHIT , HIS BELLY HAS JOWELS!!!!! I’ve never seen that before. His belly is like a cloud formation as you start to see faces and patterns in it. It looks like hes got the dog from the Never ending story stuck in one of his belly jowels. The guy with the belly jowels, takes hiss cigar and puts it out in his own arm. Aw fuck Tracy’s gonna go after him, and the folks near him split. Then Ian gets in the ring and double leg takedown and Traceys down. The crowd is relieved.

But that won’t last long as as soon as they’re separated Bobby Eaton comes by with a Moondogs style chairshot. And Tracy steps on Adam Gooch again. Its an impressive brawl that goes 25, which is pretty impressive cardio for two old men and just paced well.

The crowd is relieved when it’s all over and I’m actually stoked at the idea of seeing Smothers vs. Eaton in the singles match which this is building to and that’s what good booking should do of course…make you want to see the next match.

How the fuck did Paul E get booker of the year? Yeah there was no tag match with Chris Benoit on this card. But all the angles worked and got over. The women’s match was better than any Smackdown women’s match. The card was paced well so that nothing felt throw away. The surprise tag partner was a legit surprise The long main tag meaningfully leads to a singles match far better than Heymans tend to. Draygo/Gooch, Ian/Krueger, Smothers/Dundee all were either billion star affairs or close to billion star affairs. You want to see the next show. And fuck this card had a bunch of no shows as the lead heel faction (the Bad Motherfuckers) all split town, and Ian still was able to not loose a step. And we still haven’t gotten to the main event.

Holy shit Man Man Pondo is wearing a pair of JAMS. JAMS!!! Where can you still buy a pair of JAMS shorts these days? I’m disappointed he isn’t wearing Ponys with them. He finds a pair of Ajs and he’s my favorite wrestler. Necro Butcher looks more and more like a Don Martin cartoon character every time I see him. The bloodier he gets the more he looks like he should be in a MAD magazine gag strip (you fold the swimming pool in half and “hey that’s Necro’s face”).

Beyond the JAMS, I’m slowly learning to appreciate Pondo. If Dean hadn’t met Angie, I could kind of see him getting an art degree from VCU and doing performance based instillation art that would eventually end mutate into what Pondo does.

Dean would sit there drunkenly proclaiming some bull shit about how its’ not the piece of architecture that you create that matters but it’s the process. The TRUTH is not in the text but rather in the process of writing. The ART isn’t in the framed painting on the wall. The true ART is in the ACT of painting. It’s the ACT that’s MANLY AND WHIP-ASS~!

Pondo’s instillations are all about the impermanence of architecture and shit, he puts all this care into construction of sculptural creations that will inevitably be destroyed. Its about the effort and care that goes into temporary structures. Pondo creates objects meant to fall apart: temporary structures made of fragile materials. Pondo instillations tell us that you must put care into these fragile structures. One can’t help but reflect that humanity, we ourselves, are fragile structures created of impermanent materials designed to die…Pondo says that we should not let this scare us, we cannot be paralyzed by this knowledge but we must take care in making our lives artful.

It’s kind of like those Tibetan Mandala paintings. The paintings must be understood by watching them getting made. The art is connected to the time and effort that the monks put into laying out the sand into patterns, but to truly appreciate them you need to watch the monks dis-mandala them (they just rub their hands through it undoing the sand paintings. I think the Dalai Llama would dig the fuck out of Mad Man Pondo’s visionary architecture. I could see Samuel Mockbee digging it too.

So I’ve learned to kind of enjoy Pondo as dirt bag avant-garde episode of Trading Spaces. The problem of course is actually building a wrestling match around an episode of Trading Spaces. Home decorating is fascinating on its own but the “name on the marquee is wrestling” and all that.

Pondo comes into the ring and checks that all the light tubes are lined up symmetrically. Drago comes out as Pondo’s intern, and most of match is spent with Pondo building structures and advising Draygo how to better lay out light tubes to capture empty space. You can hum the Trading Spaces theme tune if you want.

Necro Butcher looks Job-like fighting for his humanity by embracing death. They try to make an actual match out of this by doing a really fun little face/heel thing at beginning and through Necro’s selling. Necro sells his right arm through most of the match. Necro struggles with his right arm, struggles to straighten himself and fight on one armed. This gives Pondo more and more time to build more elaborate constructions.

Its like Hawkwind used to sing about. Neon totem poles stacked up into human zoos/a suicide machine. Necro Butcher is a starfish of human blood clutching his right arm. But he can fight like a sabotage rebel and tosses Pondo headfirst into a metal trashcan filled with light tubes. Its an impressive spot that Pondo does in Japan as well but it looks so much better here. The whole inside of the trashcan is painted a dark hue of red. Draygo moves a ligh tube or too to help capture the negative space. Wow not just one dark hue of red, but a whole range of reds against the metallic silver. Necro continues with the Job style selling, till he’s a flypaper stuck with human life allowing Pondo to construct the ultimate stacked up suicide machine high rise.

Up and up and up were going and up and up and higher.

Does that smoke that comes out of broken light tubes make noise, because I swear I can almost make out Nik Turners flute about this point in the match.

In the end Necro goes through this most elaborate construction and legit tears straight through his left arm. It’s a frighteningly nasty visual. Pondo gets the pin, an ambulance is called and the audience is hurried out.

And old man Charlie watched on, and hurriedly left to go to a wrestling show in Heaven. Them angels gonna have a hard time topping this.

“God Bless you, you old bastard”


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