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We are in a New York hotel room. Blacksmith, not present in the arena for the show, watches the Riot episode absently, while leaning against the balcony door, smoking a cigarette.

 

In the background is possible to hear the sound of the television...

 

B17: So to hear The Last Blacksmith talk shit does not phase me. To hear him say nonsense about how he killed The Doom Machine only gets a roll of the eyes from me and a shrug.

 

While his gaze is turned towards the New York skyline, Blacksmith, with the cigarette still in his mouth, hints at a smile and whispers

 

TLB: But you felt the need to answer...

 

TLB: You shit in your pants...didn't you...

 

Blacksmith comes back from the balcony. While he puts out his cigarette, Nate Mac is now on television, and he addresses the anarchist himself

 

 

Nate Mac: ...Blacksmith, that wasn't the answer I was waiting for. Because there's no Horsehead at the foot of my bed, and no horse blood on these hands....

 

 

Blacksmith turns up the volume and sits down on the sofa, all without ever taking his eyes off the television

 

 

Nate Mac: Is time to abandon all hope entering in the ring with THE ICEMAN. I will make you my steed writing as the pale writer at armageddon during the apocalypse. When FIRE meets ICE we are gonna have a catastrophic collision of biblical proportions...

 

 

Nate Mac: The Iceman is coming for you...

 

As the commercial follows Nate Mac's speech, the carnivore's gaze rests on his hands, which in the meantime have joined. After a sigh, Blacksmith raises his head, and after getting up he says...

 

 

TLB: Fire and ice ...

 

TLB: Don't you know what happens when Ice meets Fire?

 

TLB: It melts...

 

Blacksmith gets up, and after taking another cigarette, goes back to the balcony to observe the city of New York illuminated by the lights from above.

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