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mmm.
Man rides. Lots of doping going on, he isn't super good.
Man gets cancer.
Man comes back, wins everything. Juiced to the fucking gills.
Man does best Yankee Jesus impression, dates corny singer and makes millions.
Man gets caught doping, pays off the UCI, keeps paying banned Doctors for 'training plans' and keeps winning.
Man alienated everyone and anyone who might have a problem with this.
Man sets up foundation and sells millions of wristbands to cancer sufferers, their relatives, kind hearted, well meaning people.
Man uses reflected publicity from this to his own personal financial advantage.
Man uses status to destroy anyone that infers he might be a cheating cunt and that he admitted doping when getting a nut lopped off.
Man continues bad-ass-but-holier-than-thou campaign to end of career, winning record titles along the way and reaming the sport for all he can muster.
Man retires. Ex-luitenant and team-mate wins TdF in his place. Gets caught doping.
Man continues to be a prick even when retired.
Man unretires, still behaves like a cunt. Alberto cries a little bit.
Man realises he's not got the juice anymore and retires properly. Alberto sniffs his fingers. Floyd spits his dummy out.
Man finds it harder and harder to escape the fact that he's going to get caught. Everyone faced with jail spills beans. Man pays off Senator, case dropped.
Man counts money and doesn't give a fuck anymore.
The End.