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Evil Ace stood across the ring, a little stunned by my ina. I decided to ham it up for the watg audience who have gotten rather silent. A panning camera showed many of them rubbing their hard ons. Damn! An old man was gettien up here and these people are aroused?

I tried to stand up by hoisting myself with my hands but then I fell straight back. I raised one arm and grabbed my hit mid-se with the other. That’s the typical hurt Ultraman Ace pose.

“Arrrrgh.... I’m cumming!” I heard someone roar in the background.

“KILL HIM!” One lone voice shouted.

Then the audience joined in. “Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!...”

I watched “helplessly” as Evil Ace softened his stance. “He’s not biting! I o do more.” I willed myself t in my outstretched hand towards my abdomen a double. “Argh... Pain...” I moaned.

“Da... Ace! Are you all right?” Evil Ace stammered and ran towards me. “Here’s your ce, Ace. Miss it and you’ll die tonight!” I balled my fist and propelled myself up, and made sure that Evil Ace ran straight into my outstretched fists. He did.

Evil Ace was a great actor. Like the Evil Ultraman A the show, he staggered backwards, seemingly badly hurt by that sneak attack. He ripped his e to show who he was underh. He was wearing a spandex Ultraman Ace suit, not unlike what I was wearing.

“Trying to fuse the folks, evil one?” I mightily spoke as I towered over the fallen Evil Twin.

“Think again.” Evil Ace’s suit actually had double color stitg so the red stripes appear black from ahis suit looked nice. I should get one for myself, I mentally noted.