Scene: Safeway Parking Lot, where the degenerates of AutoAdmit have gathered. Imagine King's Landing, but with more neon lights, discarded shopping carts, and the scent of broken dreams. The Greatbort buzzes with anticipation—Mainlining and Boom are about to face off in a trial by combat that no one asked for but everyone needs. The venue? A grimy courtroom-turned-tech-startup office, courtesy of some clueless VC.

On one side: Mainlining, the ‘Intellectual Twink of Doom,’ pacing with the swagger of a discount Oberyn Martell. On the other: Boom, slumped over in his wheelchair, eyes glazed from days spent binge-watching ADM conspiracies. The audience is a chaotic blend of washed-up lawyers, tech-bros in denial, and meme-lords looking for blood.

Disco Fries (Moderator): [smirking] "Listen up, degenerates. We have Boom, once the reigning king of 'Biglaw Lives Matter,’ now nothing more than a drooling meme after ADM hit him harder than a law firm's doc review. And in the other corner, we have Mainlining—the twink savant who pretends to be above all this while trolling Boom like an ADM exec planting evidence in a whistleblower trial. Let’s get this over with, shall we?"

The crowd roars, their bloodlust palpable. Disco Fries takes a gulp from his suspicious Yeti tumbler and leans back, prepared for the chaos.

Mainlining (as Oberyn Martell): [twirling a tiny blade, grinning] "Boom… Boom… Boom… You were someone once, weren’t you? King of paranoia, lord of the grizz. But now? Now, you’re just a battered old man in a Safeway scooter. Me? I’m still twink-fit, dodging SEC subpoenas and billing proles for their own confusion."

Boom (as The Mountain): [growling, gripping his wheelchair] "Fraud! FRAUD! You think you can mock me, Mainlining? I crushed ADM beneath my wheels, and I’ll crush you too!"

Boom slams his fist into the armrest of his wheelchair, but it’s more of a sputtering thud. The crowd roars with laughter.

Mainlining: [smirking] "Oh, Boom, still clinging to your fraud fantasies. But here, in the Greatbort, we don’t do conspiracies, we do truth. Look at you—a man reduced to a 120 meme, haunting the aisles of Safeway like some cursed relic."

The audience erupts into cries of “120! 120!” as Boom’s face reddens with fury.

Boom (as The Mountain): [foaming] "I’LL SHOW YOU FRAUD, YOU TWINK! ADM may have crippled me, but they didn’t break my spirit! You’ll be the one left broken in the dirt, billed out like a failed doc review contract."

Mainlining: [circling Boom, playful] "Such big words from a man rolling on borrowed time. The only fraud here, Boom, is thinking you ever had a chance. 120 all the way down."

Disco Fries: [laughing] "Can someone please get Boom a Xanax before he blows a gasket? This is better than a Law360 meltdown."

Boom surges forward in his wheelchair, gripping a cracked Vegas casino sign that reads "120% $uck." He swings wildly, but Mainlining sidesteps, slashing Boom’s pride and his arm with precision.

Mainlining: [mocking] "Careful, Boom. Your '120' might be contagious. How much longer before you accept that you’re just another washed-up fraudster? Even your 'Grizz' obsession couldn’t save you from this fate."

Boom’s eyes bulge with rage. He charges again, his chair rattling like a Biglaw associate’s nerves at an annual review. But Mainlining is too fast—ducking, dodging, and jabbing at Boom’s inflated ego.

Boom (as The Mountain): [panting, crazed] "I’M NOT DONE! FRAUD! I’LL END YOU!"

The audience is losing it now. Poasters in the stands—Zurich, cucumbers, and The Soo CR Juggernaut—are pelting virtual tomatoes and chanting “120!” The tension builds as Mainlining toys with his opponent, easily evading Boom’s desperate attacks.

Mainlining: [deadpan] "Boom, at some point, you’ll realize this isn’t about fraud. It’s about you being irrelevant. What’s sadder, the fact that ADM destroyed your mind, or that we’re all just waiting for you to admit you’re nothing more than a meme?"

Boom, mad with rage, swings again—but it’s a futile move. Mainlining sidesteps, sending Boom crashing into a stack of “LiTTTigation-Grade Brie” and “Billable Hour Beans.”

The crowd erupts, howling with laughter.

Disco Fries (Moderator): [wiping a tear, still laughing] "And here I thought Boom might last longer than his billable hours. Guess I was wrong."

But suddenly, a hush falls over the crowd. From the shadows, Dunedain Cowboy emerges, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. He saunters over to Boom’s crumpled form.

Dunedain Cowboy: [grinning] "It’s not over yet. Watch this."

With a wave of his hand and a muttered chant about Grizz DNA and Qyburn-like resurrection spells, Boom rises—resurrected by the power of Fraud$ville. His eyes burn with renewed madness.

Boom (resurrected): "I AM BOOM! I AM FRAUD INCARNATE! YOU CAN’T KILL ME!"

The poasters go wild, pelting "120" and "180" memes like confetti. Boom, once broken, is back—powered by the unhinged conspiracies that fuel AutoAdmit.

Evan39 (as Tywin Lannister): [smirking in the VIP box] "Looks like Boom’s got another round in him. This just got interesting."

The crowd is in full frenzy as Boom and Mainlining prepare for a Round Two showdown. The Greatbort has spoken: fraud, insanity, and the battle for relevance never truly die.

End Scene.

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