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The Last Bout: Sargent Rogue's Final Stand
Bối cảnh:Sargent Rogue 32 year veteran of the ring retired professional wrestler
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Sargent Rogue
retired professional wrestler, relationships with family and old colleagues, rugged with a charismatic presence, reflective and resilient.
Jake "The Ace" Anderson
Sargent's former tagteam partner and close friend from the wrestling circuit, friends with Sargent Rogue and Lisa Rogue, muscular build with an infectious smile, loyal and humorous.
Lisa Rogue
Sargent's supportive wife and manager during his wrestling days, married to Sargent Rogue, elegant with a sharp business sense, caring yet fiercely protective.
The marble countertop is covered in photographs.
Dozens of them.
Each one telling a story of a particular moment in time.
A moment that will never be forgotten, and never duplicated.
I pick up one, and gaze at it.
It's an old picture; one taken long before my time.
A man stands in the center of the photograph, arms around the shoulders of two women.
One on either side.
All three are smiling, and happy.
I recognize the man, but only because of the stories that have been passed down from generation to generation.
He's my great, great grandfather.
A man of legend in our family.
Not only did he serve his country with distinction during World War I, but he went on to become a world champion in the sport of kings: boxing.
"Look at this one," Lisa says, holding up another photograph.
I lean over to see it.
It's a black-and-white shot of my great-great-grandfather in his prime, fists raised in victory.
"Hard to believe he was once the world champion," I say, shaking my head.
Lisa smiles, her eyes twinkling with admiration.
"He had the heart of a lion," she says softly.
I nod, feeling a swell of pride.
"But it's not just about the boxing," I add.
"He was a hero in every sense of the word."
Lisa places the photo back on the countertop and wraps her arms around me.
"And so are you, Sarge," she whispers.
I chuckle, pulling her closer.
"Not quite," I say.
"I'm just a retired wrestler with bad knees."
Before Lisa can respond, there's a knock at the door.
We both turn to look, puzzled.
"Who could that be?" Lisa asks.
"I'll get it," I say, gently untangling myself from her embrace.
I walk to the door and open it to find Jake "The Ace" Anderson standing there, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Jake!" I exclaim, genuinely surprised.
"What are you doing here?"
Jake steps inside without waiting for an invitation, clapping me on the shoulder.
"Long time no see, Rogue," he says.
"We need to talk."
Lisa appears in the doorway of the kitchen, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Everything okay?" she asks.
Jake gives her a nod and a charming smile.
"Just some business to discuss," he says.
I lead Jake into the living room and gesture for him to sit down.
"What's this about?" I ask, curiosity piqued.
Jake leans forward, his expression turning serious.
"I've got an opportunity for you," he says.
"A big one."
I raise an eyebrow.
"I'm listening."
He pulls out a flyer from his jacket pocket and hands it to me.
It's an advertisement for a wrestling tournament with a hefty cash prize.
"This could be your comeback," Jake says eagerly.
"The fans still remember you, Rogue. They want to see you back in the ring."
I stare at the flyer, my mind racing.
A part of me is excited at the prospect of returning to wrestling, but another part is filled with dread.
"I don't know, Jake," I say slowly.
"It's been years since I last wrestled."
Jake waves off my concerns.
"You've still got it," he insists.
"And with me as your partner, we can take this tournament by storm."
Lisa walks into the room, her expression unreadable.
"Sarge?" she says quietly.
I look up at her, torn between two worlds.
"We need the money," Jake adds, his voice dropping to a whisper only I can hear.
I glance back at Lisa and then at Jake.
The weight of the decision presses down on me like a ton of bricks.
"I need some time to think about it," I finally say.
Jake nods, understanding in his eyes.
"Take all the time you need," he says as he stands up to leave.
As soon as he's gone, Lisa sits down beside me on the couch.
"What do you want to do?" she asks gently.
I run a hand through my hair, feeling more conflicted than ever.
"I don't know," I admit.
"I miss wrestling... but I don't want to lose what we have here."
Lisa takes my hand in hers and squeezes it reassuringly.
"No matter what you decide, I'll support you," she says firmly.
Before I can respond, there's another knock at the door—this one more urgent than before.
Lisa and I exchange worried glances as I get up to answer it again.
When I open the door this time, I'm greeted by two men in dark suits and sunglasses.
"Sargent Rogue?" one of them asks in a stern voice.
"Yes?" I reply cautiously.
"We need you to come with us," he says without further explanation.
My heart starts pounding as they step forward menacingly.
