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LARS NUMAN
Information
Wrestler's Name: Lars Numan
Date of Birth: 09-09-1973
Hometown: Nottinghamshire, England
Weight: 254 lbs
Height: 6'6"
Alignment: Neutral
Wrestling Style: Powerhouse/ Brawler
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Entrance Theme: "From The Cradle To Enslave" by Cradle of Filth
Entrance Description: Keyboard notes are heard around the arena as the ramp area fills with synthetic fog as now the screeching vocals of one Dani Filth fill the arena.
“Two Thousand Fattened Years,
Like Maniacs Have Destroyed Our Common Grave,
Now What Necrophagus Second Coming Back,
From The Cradle To Enslave.”
A Male figure stands at the top of the ramp as now a female figure joins him, he turns around and begins to slowly and smugly walk down the rump soaking in and churning out the hisses and boo’s which the crowed throw at him with hatred. Willow and Lars hold hands ignoring the fans. As they reach the ring Lars rolls under the bottom rope as Willow stays on the outside, Lars throws his hands in the air yelling “THIS IS THE END OF EVERYTHING” as Dani Filth is also heard screeching the same in the song. Lars smirks evilly awaiting his opponent
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Frequent Moves:
1 ) Crucifix Power bomb with Crucifix pin
2 ) T-bone suplex
3 ) Figure 4 Leg Lock
4 ) Boston crab
5 ) Dragon Whip
6 ) Sidewalk Slam
7 ) Big Boot
8 ) Inverted atomic drop
9 ) Full Nelson Slam
10 ) Michinoku driver
11 ) Chin Lock
12 ) Giant swing (Smaller Opponents)
13 ) Heart Punch
14 ) Piledriver
15 ) Vertical Suplex
16 ) Full Nelson slam
17 ) Lou Thez Press
18 ) Fall Away Slam
19 ) Reverse Heel Kick
20 ) Trapezious Nerve Hold
Signature Move(s): 1) Malice (Gore) 2) Bathory (Swinging Full Nelson Slam) 3) Hurt and Virtue (Eye Rake & Headbutt)
Setup To Finisher: Stunned Opponent.
Finisher: 1) Inspiration by Mortal Nightmare 2) Heaven Torn Asunder
Finisher Description: 1) Tombstone w/ pin 2)Toture Rack
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PWX Achievements: Tag Team Champion, Next Generation Champion (current)
Specialist Match: Coffin Fodder
Specialist Match Description: Tag Team Casket Match
Biography
"My life was never pretty or easy or desirable. The vast part of my teens following a section of a religion I now know to be false and the best part of my child hood following a filthy, corrupted god. Referring back to my teens, I injected that much heroin, smoked that much cannabis and popped so many pills that for day on end I would lay on the floor of the run down chapel - that I squatted inside of - in a pool of my own vomit, piss and shit. I did not no my age, name or were I was I would advise no one to follow this life, and for those whom drugs are forced onto by friends, learn the answer no very quickly. Were to start? Well I suppose at the beginning, starting from the middle, jumping to the beginning and then leaping to the present day would be a confusing read, although the beginning and present are far more easy for me to talk about.
I was born into a deeply catholic family on the 9th September 1973, I was born on the floor of the family bathroom in Eastwood, a small mining town near Nottingham and Derby in middle England. My Mothers name was Mary, although a local woman both her parents were from Belfast in Northern Ireland, my Fathers name was Charlie, he was born in the Republic of Ireland, Limerick to be precise. His father was also Catholic Irish, my fathers mother - my dear grandmother - was from Belfast, she was a Protestant but was to afraid of her husband to confess this. From what I was told, both families moved from Ireland in the early 50’s for work in the local mine.
At this point I should tell you that my Fathers Father regularly sexually and violently abused my grandmother, he was a alcoholic but it was common back in those days and it was rarely diagnosed like it is now. My earliest memory of my grandmother was sneaking downstairs one night after being sent to bed, Granddad stumbled in from the pub, drunk and began to punch her. I was only a small boy maybe 5, and I knew it was wrong but I didn’t know why. It seemed that this gene carried onto my father who, - not as often as my Granddad - would walk home drunk and demand sex, and on not receiving hit smiting my mother across the face.
Staying with the age 5, when I was 5 I was offered a place into the Nottinghamshire boys choir. I should tell you that everything you hear about, gay priests molesting young boys is completely….true. The previous Pope, John Paul did state in a referendum that priests could sleep with choir boys so long as they did not marry… a money making system? Any way back to the subject, Fortunately I wasn’t their long enough to experience this myself but my friends were not so fortunate. It was natural for any Catholic child, to attend Catholic School. How adequate, 15 minutes away stood a Catholic church, school and Nunnery on the main road running through Eastwood Town Centre. I was deemed an excelling student in Religious Teachings, English Language and Literature and History. I was never good at numbers how ever, math has never floated my boat.
At some point between the age of 7 and 9 I lost all faith, possibly pressured to much by my family, drove insane by the monks and nuns or left feeling empty when my Grandmother died. I couldn’t tell you which one, but one day I woke up feeling empty, hollow and emotionless. I attended school still, disinterested by what I was learning, loathing my teachers, despising my family I turned to the one faith that - At the time I believed - opposed the Christian church. Satanism, but not the Satanism that I now practice the bad kind of Satanism. Everybody was an enemy, everything was against me and with this I ran home trashing the house and pathetically scrawling ‘Hail Satan’ across the wall, leaving the house never to return. For the next 8 years, I would live in the run down, abandoned church which stands in the centre of Eastwood Cemetery. As young children it was said that Billy Brown had peered through the high window and seen pale white toe, the rest of the body covered by a body bag, this was however untrue but for many years it scared the hell out of every small child in the eastwood area. I quickly discovered the art of theft and pick pocketing, and this is how I was to survive, aged 11 I found Heroin, cocaine, dope, cigarettes and various different types of alcohol.
Many days were spent laying in a pool of my own body fluids, weather it be Vomit, Urine, Faeces and sometimes blood. It was a Depressing time, and many times I attempted to take my life, through pills or other means but I would always wake up alive which in turn depressed me more. Aged 17, and I was growing up. I understood that I could not live this life for ever and with that seeked help from the only people that I trusted, fellow Satanists. I was taken in by my new mentor and teacher, here I learnt all about ’Real Satanism’ not the stuff you hear about, the stuff that the Christian church pours down your throat, but the stuff that actually makes Satanism a more respectful faith then Christianity. I was given a job, I was earning money, buying possessions, clothes but still my thirst for Heroin and Alcohol could not be quenched, I had given everything else up but these I needed, I yearned them.
When I was 19, and legally old enough to drink in public I visited a pub called the dog and topper. Here I was attacked by some youths with a broken bottle, this hideous scar on the left side of my cheek is a constant remembrance of that evening, and as a result of realising that I could not defend myself I enrolled into a Wrestling Class. From here I was offered a part time contract with the local Wrestling Company, were I met Willow. Willow and myself had a similar image and we were both newbies and so we were thrown together to face The Merry man - whom I am convinced battered for the wrong side - it was shocking that we won, but we were then forced to make a definite Tag Team ‘Lars Numan and Willow Greaves’ it was here I realised how special Willow was, we bonded as a Tag Team. But I bonded with her in a completely different way, I quickly learnt that Willow did not like alcoholics or Drug Addicts and I instantly attempted to stop, like most addicts I could not do this alone. And resulted to telling Willow my deepest darkest secret, to my amazement she did not run a thousand mile, she stopped and helped me.
Within a year I was drug and alcohol free, but yet another boulder was thrown into our path. It was brought to my attention that aged 13 Willow had been raped by a man who now lay in prison for her rape, the rape of other young girls and for the murder of Willow father. In 1992 just 5 years after he had been imprisoned he was eligible for parole, this worried Willow deeply and she hit depression, telling me constantly that she wanted to die and leave this world behind. Willow had supported me through a tough time, and I was dammed if I was going to leave her now. John did not receive his Parole and Willow came out of depression a new woman, and I came out of it with more guts then what I entered it with.
“Willow as you know I have feelings for you, and I feel you have feelings for me too.” cheesy huh? But it worked and 1 year after that I found my self married and moving to America. 1997 was going to be a good year for us, as like most young couples we wanted to start a family. And on 5th march 1997 we discovered that Willow was pregnant, I urged Willow to drop out of Wrestling straight away which she did. 9 month pregnant and ready to pop she attended a World Title match, sitting on the front row, I was tipped to lose this match but I had got the upper hand in the match. When suddenly my opponents new ‘friend’ seeing Willow in the crowed and not aware that she was away from work with Maternity leave attacked her from behind. Willow was unconscious but her waters had broke, and the attack had induced labour. 14 hours later a baby girl appeared from between the legs of my wife, I was so happy but happiness turned quickly to despair as the blue face of my baby girl appeared, dead.
This affected my career greatly, neither of us wrestled for a few month the guy who jumped on Willow, was not brave enough to work with me. And Fortunately 6 month later was found dead in a tube station with a knife in his side. Picking our selves up and dusting each other down we moved onto another company, winning many titles, beating many opponents and meeting many new great people. 2001 saw Willow fall pregnant once more 7 month pregnant and Willow was mugged while visiting her friend who lived only across the road, Willow again went into early labour and once more gave birth to dead child. My anger was worse this time, some-one was to blame and I couldn’t put a face or a name to this person. It pointed towards most black men, as the only account that Willow has is of a small black man wearing a baseball hat.
Again somehow we pulled through, and 5 month later Willow fell pregnant once more. This pregnancy fell more fluent and on 5th April 2003 she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy whom we named Jack after her Grandfather. I cannot describe the feeling best fitted to the visualisation of child birth, happiness, pride, fear and responsibility all rolled into one. A feeling that you helped create something living, and that the woman that you love dearly delivered it and the pride that it was yours, and its beautiful, fear for what lies ahead, not knowing what to do and the responsibility that you have to raise something, you have to feed something and clean it, love it and look after it.
Jack Ross Numan, weighing in at just over 70z with a head full of red hair, light blue eyes and a smile that would of melted even the coldest of hearts. Jack was a sick child, born with a heart defect he died aged 7 month of age. My baby boy hit this earth and was taken back again, my innocent Jack was taken without living, without feeling many joys and pleasures were others of less innocents unwelcomely walk the streets healthily. This affected us both but obviously Willow more so, in her mind she was a bad mother and at this point maybe she wished for death more then ever before. I continued wrestling, now joining the Max Billion band wagon along with my very good friends Murderpie. In 2004 Max Billions, Millions ceased to exist and so I was left jobless and at the beginning of 2005 Willow and I left for England to create our own Business…. GBWA.
This did not succeed and just as I thought life was killing us off slowly, I answered a phone call from a old affiliate Davey Joeson. Now we headed for America and HCW, Willow also enrolled herself back into wrestling becoming the first HCW Woman’s ChampionWhilst spending a year in HCW, I also associated myself with SWW twice PCWE Once, PWX Once and then in November 2005 HCW closed its doors, this is were PWX Came into the question, opening its doors for us.
As you all know a few month ago Willow was illegally attacked in a match up with a pair of knuckle Dusters by Terrell Odom, she fell into a coma were we discovered she was infact pregnant and she had ovarian cancer. Willow was unable to carry a child as she was in a coma and as we know comas can last many years, I had to make decision between my wife and possible child. Their was little thinking to do and an abortion was carried out, Willow awoke from her coma 2 days later and now she has taken time out to cure her Ovarian cancer
Past Feds: SWW (Notable feuds: The Riddler) UCW Notable Feuds: The Ikon, Megan Birch, Twisto, Fatal, Jason Blade, Madd.. Pretty much the whole roster)TWE, RAGE (Notable Feuds: The One) HCW, PCWE, WOW.
Physical Description: Lars has long, straight black hair, with pale white skin. His eyes are a very pale light blue colour, and in some light they look white. Lars is not a muscular man but he is big. He has a broad appearance and his straight posture makes him look Giant like. When in the ring he wears black trousers, which have a green serpent down either side. He wears a fishnet vest, with green and black elbow pads and black fingerless leather gloves. He also has specially designed new rock boots; they are knee high black boots, which have small, viewable springs in the sole, for comfort landings.
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Information
Wrestler's Name: Lars Numan
Date of Birth: 09-09-1973
Hometown: Nottinghamshire, England
Weight: 254 lbs
Height: 6'6"
Alignment: Neutral
Wrestling Style: Powerhouse/ Brawler
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Entrance Theme: "From The Cradle To Enslave" by Cradle of Filth
Entrance Description: Keyboard notes are heard around the arena as the ramp area fills with synthetic fog as now the screeching vocals of one Dani Filth fill the arena.
“Two Thousand Fattened Years,
Like Maniacs Have Destroyed Our Common Grave,
Now What Necrophagus Second Coming Back,
From The Cradle To Enslave.”
A Male figure stands at the top of the ramp as now a female figure joins him, he turns around and begins to slowly and smugly walk down the rump soaking in and churning out the hisses and boo’s which the crowed throw at him with hatred. Willow and Lars hold hands ignoring the fans. As they reach the ring Lars rolls under the bottom rope as Willow stays on the outside, Lars throws his hands in the air yelling “THIS IS THE END OF EVERYTHING” as Dani Filth is also heard screeching the same in the song. Lars smirks evilly awaiting his opponent
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Frequent Moves:
1 ) Crucifix Power bomb with Crucifix pin
2 ) T-bone suplex
3 ) Figure 4 Leg Lock
4 ) Boston crab
5 ) Dragon Whip
6 ) Sidewalk Slam
7 ) Big Boot
8 ) Inverted atomic drop
9 ) Full Nelson Slam
10 ) Michinoku driver
11 ) Chin Lock
12 ) Giant swing (Smaller Opponents)
13 ) Heart Punch
14 ) Piledriver
15 ) Vertical Suplex
16 ) Full Nelson slam
17 ) Lou Thez Press
18 ) Fall Away Slam
19 ) Reverse Heel Kick
20 ) Trapezious Nerve Hold
Signature Move(s): 1) Malice (Gore) 2) Bathory (Swinging Full Nelson Slam) 3) Hurt and Virtue (Eye Rake & Headbutt)
Setup To Finisher: Stunned Opponent.
Finisher: 1) Inspiration by Mortal Nightmare 2) Heaven Torn Asunder
Finisher Description: 1) Tombstone w/ pin 2)Toture Rack
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PWX Achievements: Tag Team Champion, Next Generation Champion (current)
Specialist Match: Coffin Fodder
Specialist Match Description: Tag Team Casket Match
Biography
"My life was never pretty or easy or desirable. The vast part of my teens following a section of a religion I now know to be false and the best part of my child hood following a filthy, corrupted god. Referring back to my teens, I injected that much heroin, smoked that much cannabis and popped so many pills that for day on end I would lay on the floor of the run down chapel - that I squatted inside of - in a pool of my own vomit, piss and shit. I did not no my age, name or were I was I would advise no one to follow this life, and for those whom drugs are forced onto by friends, learn the answer no very quickly. Were to start? Well I suppose at the beginning, starting from the middle, jumping to the beginning and then leaping to the present day would be a confusing read, although the beginning and present are far more easy for me to talk about.
I was born into a deeply catholic family on the 9th September 1973, I was born on the floor of the family bathroom in Eastwood, a small mining town near Nottingham and Derby in middle England. My Mothers name was Mary, although a local woman both her parents were from Belfast in Northern Ireland, my Fathers name was Charlie, he was born in the Republic of Ireland, Limerick to be precise. His father was also Catholic Irish, my fathers mother - my dear grandmother - was from Belfast, she was a Protestant but was to afraid of her husband to confess this. From what I was told, both families moved from Ireland in the early 50’s for work in the local mine.
At this point I should tell you that my Fathers Father regularly sexually and violently abused my grandmother, he was a alcoholic but it was common back in those days and it was rarely diagnosed like it is now. My earliest memory of my grandmother was sneaking downstairs one night after being sent to bed, Granddad stumbled in from the pub, drunk and began to punch her. I was only a small boy maybe 5, and I knew it was wrong but I didn’t know why. It seemed that this gene carried onto my father who, - not as often as my Granddad - would walk home drunk and demand sex, and on not receiving hit smiting my mother across the face.
Staying with the age 5, when I was 5 I was offered a place into the Nottinghamshire boys choir. I should tell you that everything you hear about, gay priests molesting young boys is completely….true. The previous Pope, John Paul did state in a referendum that priests could sleep with choir boys so long as they did not marry… a money making system? Any way back to the subject, Fortunately I wasn’t their long enough to experience this myself but my friends were not so fortunate. It was natural for any Catholic child, to attend Catholic School. How adequate, 15 minutes away stood a Catholic church, school and Nunnery on the main road running through Eastwood Town Centre. I was deemed an excelling student in Religious Teachings, English Language and Literature and History. I was never good at numbers how ever, math has never floated my boat.
At some point between the age of 7 and 9 I lost all faith, possibly pressured to much by my family, drove insane by the monks and nuns or left feeling empty when my Grandmother died. I couldn’t tell you which one, but one day I woke up feeling empty, hollow and emotionless. I attended school still, disinterested by what I was learning, loathing my teachers, despising my family I turned to the one faith that - At the time I believed - opposed the Christian church. Satanism, but not the Satanism that I now practice the bad kind of Satanism. Everybody was an enemy, everything was against me and with this I ran home trashing the house and pathetically scrawling ‘Hail Satan’ across the wall, leaving the house never to return. For the next 8 years, I would live in the run down, abandoned church which stands in the centre of Eastwood Cemetery. As young children it was said that Billy Brown had peered through the high window and seen pale white toe, the rest of the body covered by a body bag, this was however untrue but for many years it scared the hell out of every small child in the eastwood area. I quickly discovered the art of theft and pick pocketing, and this is how I was to survive, aged 11 I found Heroin, cocaine, dope, cigarettes and various different types of alcohol.
Many days were spent laying in a pool of my own body fluids, weather it be Vomit, Urine, Faeces and sometimes blood. It was a Depressing time, and many times I attempted to take my life, through pills or other means but I would always wake up alive which in turn depressed me more. Aged 17, and I was growing up. I understood that I could not live this life for ever and with that seeked help from the only people that I trusted, fellow Satanists. I was taken in by my new mentor and teacher, here I learnt all about ’Real Satanism’ not the stuff you hear about, the stuff that the Christian church pours down your throat, but the stuff that actually makes Satanism a more respectful faith then Christianity. I was given a job, I was earning money, buying possessions, clothes but still my thirst for Heroin and Alcohol could not be quenched, I had given everything else up but these I needed, I yearned them.
When I was 19, and legally old enough to drink in public I visited a pub called the dog and topper. Here I was attacked by some youths with a broken bottle, this hideous scar on the left side of my cheek is a constant remembrance of that evening, and as a result of realising that I could not defend myself I enrolled into a Wrestling Class. From here I was offered a part time contract with the local Wrestling Company, were I met Willow. Willow and myself had a similar image and we were both newbies and so we were thrown together to face The Merry man - whom I am convinced battered for the wrong side - it was shocking that we won, but we were then forced to make a definite Tag Team ‘Lars Numan and Willow Greaves’ it was here I realised how special Willow was, we bonded as a Tag Team. But I bonded with her in a completely different way, I quickly learnt that Willow did not like alcoholics or Drug Addicts and I instantly attempted to stop, like most addicts I could not do this alone. And resulted to telling Willow my deepest darkest secret, to my amazement she did not run a thousand mile, she stopped and helped me.
Within a year I was drug and alcohol free, but yet another boulder was thrown into our path. It was brought to my attention that aged 13 Willow had been raped by a man who now lay in prison for her rape, the rape of other young girls and for the murder of Willow father. In 1992 just 5 years after he had been imprisoned he was eligible for parole, this worried Willow deeply and she hit depression, telling me constantly that she wanted to die and leave this world behind. Willow had supported me through a tough time, and I was dammed if I was going to leave her now. John did not receive his Parole and Willow came out of depression a new woman, and I came out of it with more guts then what I entered it with.
“Willow as you know I have feelings for you, and I feel you have feelings for me too.” cheesy huh? But it worked and 1 year after that I found my self married and moving to America. 1997 was going to be a good year for us, as like most young couples we wanted to start a family. And on 5th march 1997 we discovered that Willow was pregnant, I urged Willow to drop out of Wrestling straight away which she did. 9 month pregnant and ready to pop she attended a World Title match, sitting on the front row, I was tipped to lose this match but I had got the upper hand in the match. When suddenly my opponents new ‘friend’ seeing Willow in the crowed and not aware that she was away from work with Maternity leave attacked her from behind. Willow was unconscious but her waters had broke, and the attack had induced labour. 14 hours later a baby girl appeared from between the legs of my wife, I was so happy but happiness turned quickly to despair as the blue face of my baby girl appeared, dead.
This affected my career greatly, neither of us wrestled for a few month the guy who jumped on Willow, was not brave enough to work with me. And Fortunately 6 month later was found dead in a tube station with a knife in his side. Picking our selves up and dusting each other down we moved onto another company, winning many titles, beating many opponents and meeting many new great people. 2001 saw Willow fall pregnant once more 7 month pregnant and Willow was mugged while visiting her friend who lived only across the road, Willow again went into early labour and once more gave birth to dead child. My anger was worse this time, some-one was to blame and I couldn’t put a face or a name to this person. It pointed towards most black men, as the only account that Willow has is of a small black man wearing a baseball hat.
Again somehow we pulled through, and 5 month later Willow fell pregnant once more. This pregnancy fell more fluent and on 5th April 2003 she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy whom we named Jack after her Grandfather. I cannot describe the feeling best fitted to the visualisation of child birth, happiness, pride, fear and responsibility all rolled into one. A feeling that you helped create something living, and that the woman that you love dearly delivered it and the pride that it was yours, and its beautiful, fear for what lies ahead, not knowing what to do and the responsibility that you have to raise something, you have to feed something and clean it, love it and look after it.
Jack Ross Numan, weighing in at just over 70z with a head full of red hair, light blue eyes and a smile that would of melted even the coldest of hearts. Jack was a sick child, born with a heart defect he died aged 7 month of age. My baby boy hit this earth and was taken back again, my innocent Jack was taken without living, without feeling many joys and pleasures were others of less innocents unwelcomely walk the streets healthily. This affected us both but obviously Willow more so, in her mind she was a bad mother and at this point maybe she wished for death more then ever before. I continued wrestling, now joining the Max Billion band wagon along with my very good friends Murderpie. In 2004 Max Billions, Millions ceased to exist and so I was left jobless and at the beginning of 2005 Willow and I left for England to create our own Business…. GBWA.
This did not succeed and just as I thought life was killing us off slowly, I answered a phone call from a old affiliate Davey Joeson. Now we headed for America and HCW, Willow also enrolled herself back into wrestling becoming the first HCW Woman’s ChampionWhilst spending a year in HCW, I also associated myself with SWW twice PCWE Once, PWX Once and then in November 2005 HCW closed its doors, this is were PWX Came into the question, opening its doors for us.
As you all know a few month ago Willow was illegally attacked in a match up with a pair of knuckle Dusters by Terrell Odom, she fell into a coma were we discovered she was infact pregnant and she had ovarian cancer. Willow was unable to carry a child as she was in a coma and as we know comas can last many years, I had to make decision between my wife and possible child. Their was little thinking to do and an abortion was carried out, Willow awoke from her coma 2 days later and now she has taken time out to cure her Ovarian cancer
Past Feds: SWW (Notable feuds: The Riddler) UCW Notable Feuds: The Ikon, Megan Birch, Twisto, Fatal, Jason Blade, Madd.. Pretty much the whole roster)TWE, RAGE (Notable Feuds: The One) HCW, PCWE, WOW.
Physical Description: Lars has long, straight black hair, with pale white skin. His eyes are a very pale light blue colour, and in some light they look white. Lars is not a muscular man but he is big. He has a broad appearance and his straight posture makes him look Giant like. When in the ring he wears black trousers, which have a green serpent down either side. He wears a fishnet vest, with green and black elbow pads and black fingerless leather gloves. He also has specially designed new rock boots; they are knee high black boots, which have small, viewable springs in the sole, for comfort landings.
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