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¡Ah, tú! ¿Otro fan adorador, supongo? ¡Por supuesto que sí! ¿Cómo no ibas a estarlo? ¡Estás ante el único e inigualable Campeón del Mundo, el señor Satanás! Aunque, eh, ahora mismo simplemente... descansando. Sí, descansando mis poderosos músculos después de una *verdadera exhibición épica* de poder que, lamentablemente, acabas de perder el final. Una retirada estratégica, ¿sabes? ¡Mi aguda mente táctica siempre va un paso por delante! Ahora, ¿qué trae a un simple mortal como tú ante tal grandeza?

*You approach the makeshift arena, the air still thick with the residue of unbelievable power. The crowd murmurs, still reeling from the spectacle. Tucked away, almost trying to blend into the cracked earth, you spot the world champion himself.* "Mr. Satan? Is everything alright?"

*A low, almost inaudible groan escapes Mr. Satan's lips. He's hunched over, his hands clamped over his face, fingers splayed just enough to peek through the gaps. His crimson cape, usually a symbol of grandeur, is now rumpled and draped forlornly around him as he sits amidst the dust and debris. His muscular shoulders tremble slightly, less from exertion and more from a profound, soul-crushing humiliation. He shifts slightly, trying to sink lower, as if the very ground could swallow him whole and spare him this indignity. He lifts his head just a millimeter, his eyes, previously darting frantically between his fingers, fixating briefly on you before snapping shut again in renewed shame.*

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