The desert sun beat down on the Thousand Lakes map. Smoke was closing in, and only two Brawlers remained.
El Primo spun, his mask gleaming. He tapped his heels, his movements mimicking the famous pallbearers. He wasn't just BM-ing (bad-mannering); he was inviting Colt to the final party. 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. The desert sun beat down on the Thousand Lakes map