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Cutting through the blackness was one lone spotlight. Upbeat, inspirational rock music started to play. Soon, a soaring electric guitar solo. Crashing cymbals and a riveting bass line accented each note, a well rehearsed dance of melodic theatrics. A fog machine filled the stage with thick, dense, smoke. Again, one lone spotlight cut through the night.
Then he appeared.
Seemingly out of nowhere.
His arms were like tree trunks, thick, muscular and just as round. His legs, powerful and mighty. His long, stringy blonde hair cascaded past his broad shoulders leaving a trail of greasy sweat running down his strong back. His half-shirt, what little of it there was, hung off his frame so as to accent his incredible muscles.
He was built like no man Faith had ever seen before. He was built
