He entered the ring, unrolled the paper, and placed it in the center. It was the original 1988 contract for the first Clash of the Champions.
She downloaded it anyway.
Then the lights went out completely.
“Probably just the usual stuff,” she muttered. “Starrcade, Halloween Havoc, the nWo years.”
The match in the ring froze. Sting and Flair stopped mid-grapple. They turned and looked at the camera.
