*The camera pans towards the ring, when suddenly music starts to play(Icon?-Electric by Jaden Smith). The crowd remains quiet, unaware of who’s music it is and not knowing who will walk out. A mysterious man walks out with a microphone in hand and a mask covering his face with a question mark on it.
He walks slowly down the ramp, looking at the crowd and the ring. He remains completely silent, as the only sound in the arena that can be heard, is the music. The mystery man walks up the steel steps into the ring, stopping in his tracks and staring into the crowd. He sits on the top rope in one of the corners and remains in silence. The music fades out and the arena is dead silent. The silence is broken, as the mystery man begins to speak.*
?: “How does a man lose his mind? How does one simply lose such a valuable aspect of their existence? How is a man plunged into madness… by the ones who he thought were with him all along? How does a man lose who he is… while all he has known how to do, is be who he is? I’ll tell you how. He does by consuming the lethal poison known as blasphemy.
?:He gets this blasphemy from the ones closest to him, trying to poison him into manipulation but only lead him down uncertainty. He is fed this blasphemy by coworkers and bosses; then it leches onto him like a symbiote. Crawling up his body until he’s consumed and there’s nothing left of him. Living a lie, and once the blinds are opened and the truth is visible, there is nothing left for him to do but wonder.
?:Wonder why he’s been living a lie, wonder why he was deceived by those in his corner, wonder what should he do, if all he has done is fallen victim to the shackles of ignorance. This is what has been done upon me and you all bare responsibility for it.”
*The arena is quiet. The crowd sits, perplexed as to what the the mystery man was talking about. Everyone looks at each other, wondering what will come next.*
?: “Yeah, there it is. The visualization of how ignorance has plagued you all. Now that I have your full attention, I doesn’t matter. Even if I were to further try and enlighten you all, they would somehow find a way to pollute your mind s back to its current state of ignorance. Just know that you have done this to me, the people in the back have done this to me, and the betrayal you give me has morphed me into the walk question of existence.
?: You’re arbitrary ways will work on me no long and I shall remain in this form, as long as there is corruption in this environment. All those intelligent enough to evade the fickle mindedness of those captive around you, join me and we will lead a crusade to further enlighten ourselves and those that you.”
*The mystery man hopes off the top rope and to the center of the ring.*
?: “The Drip Is No More…”
*The man removes his mask, showing himself to be Leroi Daniels*
Leroi: “It Is Only The Void Now. I am what you all have created and like all creations, I must serve my purpose.”
*The music plays once again, as Leroi drops the microphone and exits the ring. The audience is shocked and confused; trying to make sense of everything that was said. Leroi exits the arena and the camera fades to black.*
You think Archer could loan me some cash?
Naw but if you need a blacksmith I know a guy!
TLBS vs Thomas Archer
The camera pans to the announce team.
Winner winner...
Chicken dinner.
We turn things over to the women’s locker room, where several members of the women’s roster and staff are seen roaming about until the room doesn’t seem to be occupied anymore. The only person that looks to be left is Dragana. The former Women’s Champion closes her locker and takes her gym bag. She looks to be leaving when she notices something out of the corner of her eye. She turns and sees Aerith balled up in the corner, hiding her face in her arms. Dragana drops her bag and walks up to her.
Dragana: …
She looks around before she leans up against the wall and takes a seat next to Aerith. She places a hand on Aerith’s shoulder. Aerith raises her head slightly to look at Dragana with a lifeless look in her eyes. She just shakes her head, resting her face back in her knees. The usually talkative of the pair remains silent, giving Dragana something of an awkward roll reversal.
Aerith: …
She manages to heave a sigh and looks up again, putting an arm around Dragana and leaning into her shoulder, still without a word.
Dragana: Heh…..
Dragana lets out a nervous laugh, then wraps her arms around Aerith, hugging her tightly. The door to the locker room opens, with Johnny Law stepping inside.
Johnny: He-
He notices that the pair are having a moment and awkwardly closes the door. Dragana releases the hug and looks at Aerith. She holds up her pinky finger and smiles. Aerith looks at her finger and interlocks it with her own pinky. The scene fades.
*****
Bray sits on a crate backstage, nursing his chin after the kick he received from The Last Blacksmith earlier in the night.
Bray: That cheap little ningen...
Nic: I know right? Uncultured.
Bray: Completely uncultured.
An official arrives on the scene, beckoning for Bray.
Official: Bray, you’re up.
Bray: “Up”? Whaddya mean up?
Official: Your… match. You’re up next.
Bray: What are you talking about? I’m injured here.
Official: But…
Bray: Does The Anime Prince look like he can compete tonight!?
Official: I mean…
Bray: The Blacksmith has injured one of your top stars, and you’re sitting here demanding said star that he has a match. What the hell kind of place is this?
He rises to his feet, holding his chin tightly.
Bray: If this place had any tolerance for quality, they would suspend Blacksmith for robbing people the chance to entertain them. [to Nic] Come on Nic, let’s go watch some One Punch Man.
Bray staggers away from the scene, leaving the official confused.
