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*Show Opens*
*Poul makes his entrance to the ring without music and grabs a mic*
Poul: screw a proper entrance with music and theatrics, I don’t deserve that shit. I’ve been wrestling every other week, one disappointing match after another. Right now, I am as bad as the local indie wrestlers that get a hundred dollar paycheck to get destroyed by the stars. I ain’t no freaking pathetic local talent. I aspire to be the world champion one day and goddammit I will succeed. Now I got the perfect opponent to put myself in the right damn trajectory. An opponent I know all too well. KRASH….
Poul goes around in circle in the ring before proceeding.
Poul: Krash was the first champion I beat to become the Openweight champion for the first time. That’s the right opponent I need to get myself back on track to top gold. KRASH. GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE AND LET’S FREAKING FIGHT!
*Poul throws the mic to the ground and leaves the crowd in awe with his intensity tonight.
Poul vs Krash*
*Ring lights dim. Baine’s music echoes through the arena. “The Saint” Baine walks slowly to the ring in a tailored black coat, crucifix hanging from his neck like a weapon. The crowd boos loud and long. He raises the mic — slow, methodical, soaked in malice.*
Baine- “For years, Dennis…”
“For years you been chasing ghosts. Of you convincing yourself that you were the hero in this story. That one day, the fans would chant your name, the heavens would open, and you’d finally get the redemption you so desperately crave.”
“But the truth is far uglier, isn’t it?”
“You see, there is no salvation coming. Not for you. Not here.”
*He slowly removes his coat, revealing battle scars and a sick smile.*
“You think this is a match? No, Dennis. This is a confession booth, and I’m the one hearing it. You’re gonna kneel, you’re gonna bleed, and you’re going to atone for every second you ever thought you were better than me.”
*Crowd boos. He leans on the ropes, looking dead into the hard cam.*
“This ring? This isn’t your house. It’s not your redemption arc. It’s my altar. And I’m going to sacrifice what’s left of your name and burn it in front of the world.”
“You don’t get a legacy. You get silence.”
“I am not your rival. I am your reckoning.”
*He whispers.*
“And tonight… the Saint will be the last thing you ever see.”
*Mic drop. Baine’s music hits. Screen fades to black as the crowd boos louder than ever.*
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