Aired - January 23, 2026
(Black screen. The sound of a heavy book opening. A candle ignites. Ink creeps across parchment like it’s alive.)
(A choir hums low. A single bell tolls.)
Voice-over (smooth, ominous):
“Once upon a time… they told you monsters weren’t real.”
(beat)
“Here… they win matches.”
(The words burn into the screen like a cursed fairytale title card.)
NPCW: DARK FABLE
Voice-over:
“This is the MYTHIC Division.”
“Welcome… to DARK FABLE.”
SIGNATURE MONTAGE
1) Universal Tag Champions — Hans Trapp & Knecht Ruprecht
(Torchlight. Two silhouettes. Titles glint like weapons.)
Hans Trapp and Knecht Ruprecht stalk to the ring—then a violent cut: a ruthless, synchronized finish. One holds the opponent in place; the other strikes like judgment. They raise the belts slowly, not celebrating—claiming.
2) Sandman
(An hourglass spills sand upward.)
Sandman snaps into motion—cold precision. A sudden, nightmare-fast impact drops his opponent. He stands still as the camera jitters, like reality itself is afraid to focus on him.
3) Frankenstein’s Monster
(Lightning flash. Thunder hit.)
Frankenstein’s Monster absorbs shots that should end anyone—then surges forward and crushes a foe with a catastrophic slam. The ring shakes. The crowd reacts like they’ve seen a myth step off the page.
4) Robin Hood
(A streak like an arrow across the screen transitions the shot.)
Robin Hood slips a strike by inches and counters with surgical speed—clean, heroic, efficient. He points straight into the hard cam, as if calling his next target.
5) Hansel
(Breadcrumbs scatter across the canvas—then dissolve into smoke.)
Hansel fights like someone who learned survival the hard way—quick hands, sharper instincts. A sudden finishing burst flips the match in a heartbeat.
6) Snow White
(Soft light… then a hard snap to impact.)
Snow White shows heart and grit—turning a moment of danger into a clean counter and decisive strike. The fairy tale isn’t fragile here. It fights.
7) Lady Frost, Snow Queen
(Sound drops out. Breath fogs the air.)
Lady Frost moves with chilling control—elegant, merciless. A slick takedown into a finishing hold—she tightens it slowly, eyes calm as winter.
8) Gretel
(A childlike melody warps into something darker.)
Gretel explodes with intensity—fast, determined, ruthless when it counts. She drives through a final sequence like she’s escaping a trap.
(Choir rises. War drums join. The arena looks like a cathedral of combat under dark lighting.)
Voice-over:
“This isn’t the North.”
“This isn’t the light.”
“In DARK FABLE… the story doesn’t end happily.”
(beat)
“It ends… with a winner.”
“This… is DARK FABLE.”
Dark Fable Episode 001 — Live from the Camelot Coliseum
(The camera returns from black. The ring sits empty beneath low torchlight. The crowd is present, but hushed—anticipatory rather than loud. A third chair has been added at the commentary desk.)
Julian Ward (measured, welcoming):
“Welcome back to Dark Fable. And tonight, for this debut broadcast, Brick Brody and I are joined by the man tasked with shaping what this division becomes—Mythic Division General Manager, Alton Bell.”
(Camera widens. Alton Bell stands, composed, hands clasped. He waits for the crowd to settle—he does not rush them.)
Alton Bell (calm, deliberate, authoritative):
“Camelot… tonight is not about noise.
It’s about truth.”
(A ripple of murmurs.)
“NPCW has always told stories rooted in myth. But the Mythic Division exists for something more specific. This is where legends are tested when hope is no longer guaranteed. Where choices have weight. Where power demands a cost.”
(He gestures subtly toward the ring.)
“Dark Fable is not about good versus evil.
It is about conviction versus consequence.”
(A pause.)
“Heroes may fall here.
Villains may be right.
And survival will always matter more than applause.”
(Crowd reacts—mixed, intrigued. Some cheers. Some silence.)
“This division belongs to those willing to step into the fire without certainty they’ll come out clean. Tonight, you will meet warriors, monsters, knights, outcasts—some for the first time.”
(Bell looks directly into the hard cam.)
“And every one of them will learn the same truth:
In Dark Fable… nothing is given.”
(Bell nods once, returns to his seat.)
Julian Ward:
“A clear mission statement. Not comfort. Not spectacle. But consequence.”
Brick Brody (snorts):
“That’s how it oughta be. No ribbons, no fairy dust. You walk in here, you earn your bones—or you get buried under somebody else’s.”
TONIGHT’S CARD — THE FIRST CHAPTER
(Lower-third graphic: “Dark Fable — Episode 001 | Tonight”)
Julian Ward (steady):
“Five matches tonight—every one of them a first impression. And we begin with a collision that’s already drawn attention.”
MATCH 1
Dread Knights vs. Lion & Scarecrow
Julian Ward:
“An established force of silence and structure against raw contrast—power and unpredictability.”
Brick Brody:
“Lion looks like he was carved outta stone. Scarecrow? Looks like he crawled outta somebody’s nightmares. And the Dread Knights—no wasted motion. That’s my kind of team.”
MATCH 2 — A DEBUT
Lark of Sherwood vs. Malice (with Huntsman)
Julian Ward:
“The debut of Lark of Sherwood—a name tied to legacy and defiance—against Malice, whose reputation speaks for itself.”
Brick Brody:
“Legacy don’t stop arrows, Ward. And Huntsman’s always nearby when Malice shows up. That girl’s gonna learn real quick this ain’t folklore—it’s survival.”
MATCH 3 — A DEBUT
Takuma Ryujin vs. Dragon King (with Dr. Frankenstein)
Julian Ward:
“A striking contrast—discipline and tradition versus raw, engineered destruction.”
Brick Brody (grinning):
“Dragon King ain’t human no more. And Ryujin? If he survives this, I’ll take him seriously.”
MATCH 4 — TWO DEBUT TAG TEAMS
Scalekeepers (with Lady Ayame) vs. Kaminari Hono (with Lord Kurogami)
Julian Ward:
“Two factions entering the realm tonight. Ideology versus ideology.”
Brick Brody:
“Anytime Kurogami’s involved, somebody’s gonna bleed. Mark it.”
MATCH 5 — A DEBUT
Yurei Rinn (with Lord Kurogami) vs. Bella Aurelia
Julian Ward:
“An enigmatic debut opposite a competitor known for resilience.”
Brick Brody (low):
“Yurei Rinn walks like she already knows how this ends. That’s dangerous.”
MAIN EVENT
Friar Tuck & Little John vs. Ares & Mars (with Zeus)
(The crowd finally swells—chants for the Merry Band rise.)
Julian Ward:
“The Merry Band has the people behind them tonight—but they face war incarnate.”
Brick Brody:
“Ares and Mars don’t care about cheers. And Zeus? He don’t show up unless blood’s on the menu.”
(Quick cuts throughout the segment)
Banners raised for King Arthur
Children waving for Hansel & Gretel
Unified chants for the Merry Band
Scattered cheers—and darker applause—for The Broken Crown
A lone sign: “ENTER THE SANDMAN”
Julian Ward (closing the segment):
“This is not a night of answers.
It’s a night of introductions.”
Brick Brody:
“And first impressions last forever.”
(Camera fades toward the entrance tunnel as the arena lights dim further.)
Ring Introductions & Entrances
Louie Linville stands at center ring, posture straight, voice carrying ceremonial weight.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall… with a 30 minute time limit!”
The lights lift slightly as Lion and Scarecrow emerge onto the stage.
Lion steps forward first—measured, deliberate, eyes fixed on the ring like a predator choosing ground. Scarecrow follows a half-step behind, shoulders rolling, movements loose and unreadable, as though his joints don’t quite agree on what comes next.
Julian Ward:
“Two very different energies here. Lion brings focus—control. Scarecrow brings unpredictability.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s a nice way of sayin’ one guy’s got a plan and the other guy’s a problem. Looks like a circus act held together with duct tape.”
Lion slides into the ring without breaking eye contact. Scarecrow lingers on the apron a moment, tilting his head, then slithers through the ropes.
The arena lights dim again—lower this time.
A low, metallic hum vibrates through the Camelot Coliseum as smoke spills across the stage.
Through it step The Dread Knights.
Helmets forward. No gestures. No acknowledgment of the crowd. Their movements are synchronized, deliberate, almost ritualistic—less an entrance, more a deployment.
Brick Brody:
“Oh yeah. That’s my kind of team. No music, no posing—just violence in matching armor.”
The Knights step into the ring, standing side by side, unmoving.
Julian Ward:
“This doesn’t feel like a match to them. This feels like an assignment.”
The referee checks all four competitors.
The bell rings.
Minute 1
Julian: Dread Knight One strikes first with a sharp Savate Kick, but Lion answers immediately—driving him down with a solid bodyslam.
Brick: That’s how you start a fight. Kick for kick, slam for slam—no dancing, no thinking.
Minute 2
Julian: Lion lands a spinning heel kick clean—Dread Knight One couldn’t brace in time. That forces the first tags on both sides.
Brick: Smart. You stun ‘em, then you swap fresh muscle. That’s tag wrestling done right.
Minute 3
Julian: Dread Knight Two drops an elbow, but Scarecrow counters with a back body drop—both men refuse to give ground.
Brick: Scarecrow’s wiry, I’ll give him that. Still bends nice when he hits the mat.
Minute 4
Julian: Scarecrow rolls Dread Knight One up with a small package—close, but not enough to finish it.
Brick: That’s thief wrestling. Almost stole one there, though—I respect the attempt.
Minute 5
Julian: Dread Knight Two takes control now—drives Scarecrow down with a backbreaker and slows the pace.
Brick: That’s punishment. You don’t win fast, you win by makin’ ‘em regret signin’ the contract.
Minute 6
Julian: Forearm smash by Dread Knight Two—but Scarecrow answers with a front cradle, forcing separation again.
Brick: He’s slippery. Don’t like it—but it’s working.
Minute 7
Julian: The Dread Knights double-team—headbutt, atomic drop—yet Scarecrow still fires back with a back body drop.
Brick: That scarecrow’s tougher than he looks. Still—numbers should’ve ended this.
Minute 8
Julian: Another double-team—Dread Knight One clamps on the Death Grip, but Scarecrow spins free with an airplane spin!
Brick: That’s chaos survivin’ structure. Don’t mean it lasts.
Minute 9
Julian: Scarecrow hits another back body drop and finally tags Lion back in.
Brick: Fresh legs. Fresh pain. That’s how wars keep goin’.
Minute 10
Julian: Dread Knight Two answers Lion’s spinning heel kick with a leg drop—neither man backing down.
Brick: These two ain’t quittin’. Good. I hate quitters.
Minute 11
Julian: Scarecrow traps Dread Knight One in a headlock—near fall, but the Knight kicks out at two.
Brick: That was closer than he’d like to admit.
Minute 12
Julian: Backbreaker from Dread Knight Two—Lion fires back with another heel kick before tagging out.
Brick: This match ain’t about pretty anymore—it’s about lungs.
Minute 13
Julian: Vertical splash connects—Scarecrow answers with a side chinlock, grinding the momentum down.
Brick: I love this. Slow it. Drain it. Break ‘em.
Minute 14
Julian: Scarecrow keeps the headlock in—Dread Knight Two can’t shake him yet.
Brick: That’s frustration settlin’ in.
Minute 15
Julian: Bearhug by Dread Knight Two—Lion counters with a brainbuster! No submission, no pin.
Brick: That hug was tight. Lion’s lucky he can still breathe.
Minute 16
Julian: Another vertical splash by Dread Knight Two—Lion answers with yet another heel kick.
Brick: Somebody’s gotta stop throwin’ kicks and start breakin’ bones.
Minute 17
Julian: Backbreaker from Dread Knight Two—but Lion traps him in a full nelson. No submission!
Brick: That’s grit. That’s pain tolerance. That’s old-school survival.
Minute 18
Julian: Powerbomb by Dread Knight Two—pin attempt! Lion kicks out at one.
Brick: That kickout cost him years of his life.
Minute 19
Julian: Lion and Scarecrow double-team—but Dread Knight Two fights through it and neutralizes the attack.
Brick: That’s a man who refuses to die.
Minute 20
Julian: Dread Knight Two lands an elbow drop as the double-team dissolves.
Brick: He’s takin’ control by force now.
Minute 21
Julian: Another elbow drop—another pin attempt—and Lion still kicks out.
Brick: He’s runnin’ on fumes, but fumes still burn.
Minute 22
Julian: Lion claws the face and escapes—both teams make tags again.
Brick: Desperation breeds violence. I like it.
Minute 23
Julian: The Dread Knights double-team—headbutt, diving headbutt—but Scarecrow counters again with a back body drop!
Brick: That scarecrow just won’t stay planted.
Minute 24
Julian: Scarecrow locks another side chinlock—Dread Knight One forced to tag out.
Brick: He’s milked that hold all night.
Minute 25
Julian: Gorilla press by Dread Knight Two—Lion answers with a brainbuster before tagging out.
Brick: That’s raw power collidin’ with spite.
Minute 26
Julian: Double-team again—forearm smash, inverted atomic drop—Scarecrow absorbs everything.
Brick: That’s punishment stacking up.
Minute 27
Julian: Scarecrow survives the double-team and counters with yet another back body drop.
Brick: How’s he still standing?
Minute 28
Julian: Gorilla press meets a haymaker lariat—neither man falls clean.
Brick: This is survival, not sport.
Minute 29
Julian: Everyone in the ring—leg drop, death grip, heel kick, bodies everywhere!
Brick: THIS is a fight! No rules, no mercy!
Minute 30
Julian: Scarecrow clamps on one final side chinlock—but the clock expires.
Brick: Damn it. Somebody should’ve broken somebody.
The bell rings.
Thirty minutes gone.
POST-MATCH COMMENTARY
Julian Ward:
“Thirty minutes of punishment—and no winner. This wasn’t indecision. This was endurance.”
Brick Brody:
“Nobody broke. That means everybody’s gonna come back meaner next time.”
DREAD KNIGHTS VS LION AND SCARECROW ENDS IN A DRAW AT THE 30 MINUTE MARK
(The scene cuts away from the arena. Red paper lanterns sway gently in a narrow stone corridor backstage. A thin mist coils along the floor. Taiko drums thrum slowly—distant, measured.)
(Standing poised before the camera is Hana Nakamura. Calm. Professional. Unflinching.)
Hana Nakamura (speaking Japanese; subtitles implied):
“Lord Kurogami. Dark Fable makes its first statement tonight. You and your Syndicate arrive with purpose. Who are you… and why now?”
(The camera shifts.)
(Lord Kurogami stands at center frame. Immaculate black suit. A cane rests lightly in his hand. Behind him—half-lit, half-obscured—stand the Oni.)
Raigen the Blood Oni — massive, unmoving, crimson tattoos like living scars
Kaen — coiled, restless, breath slow and controlled
Enrai — still, eyes sharp, hands clasped
Yurei Rinn — pale, serene, gaze distant as if listening to voices unheard
(Kurogami does not look at Hana. His eyes remain fixed on the lens.)
Lord Kurogami (low, deliberate):
“You ask who we are…
That question arrives late.”
(A pause. A slow nod.)
“We are Oni.
Not legends. Not stories told to frighten children.”
(He lifts his cane slightly—no gesture, only acknowledgment.)
“We are what remains when restraint is removed…
When order fails…
When debts are left unpaid.”
(Camera tightens.)
“This is Raigen.”
(Raigen steps forward half a pace. The floor seems smaller beneath him.)
“He is not anger.
He is punishment.
The gods do not shout when they condemn.
They send him.”
(Raigen does not react.)
“Kaminari Hono.”
(Kaen and Enrai step into the light—fire and lightning in still balance.)
“Kaen moves before fear can speak.
Enrai strikes when certainty is achieved.”
(A faint smile—barely there.)
“The storm is decided long before thunder is heard.”
(Finally—his eyes shift slightly.)
“And Yurei Rinn.”
(Yurei Rinn inclines her head. Her expression never changes.)
“She does not hunt the living.
She waits for them to realize they are already lost.”
Hana Nakamura (carefully):
“Tonight, your Syndicate competes. Debuts. Introductions. What should the Mythic Division expect?”
Lord Kurogami (unmoved):
“Expectation is a comfort for the unprepared.”
(He steps closer to the camera. Lantern light cuts sharp lines across his face.)
“This division was not built for hope.
It was built for reckoning.”
(A beat.)
“You believe this is a beginning.
In truth… it is a collection.”
(He lowers his cane. The Oni do not move.)
“The debt remains.
And debts are always paid.”
(The taiko drums cease. The lanterns sway once more.)
(Cut to black.)
(The broadcast cuts back to the commentary desk. The arena lights feel dimmer now—whether by design or mood is unclear.)
Julian Ward (measured, unsettled but composed):
“Well… if Dark Fable needed a mission statement beyond what Alton Bell gave us earlier—Lord Kurogami just delivered it.”
(He pauses, choosing his words carefully.)
“That wasn’t bravado. That wasn’t hype. That was inevitability.”
Brick Brody (low chuckle, shaking his head):
“Yeah… that wasn’t a promo, Ward. That was a warning.”
(Brick leans forward.)
“I’ve been around cult leaders, generals, managers who think they’re gods. Most of ’em bark. Kurogami don’t bark—he counts.”
Julian Ward:
“The Blood Oni Syndicate made one thing very clear: they don’t see tonight as competition.”
Brick Brody:
“They see it as collections night.”
(A beat.)
“And lemme tell ya—Raigen the Blood Oni? That ain’t a wrestler. That’s what you unleash when you’re done negotiating.”
Julian Ward (nodding):
“Yurei Rinn, Kaminari Hono… all making their Dark Fable debuts tonight.”
Brick Brody (grim smile):
“Anybody facing them oughta be thinkin’ real hard about whether they like sleeping at night.”
(Camera lingers on the desk for a moment longer than usual.)
Julian Ward (quietly):
“This is Dark Fable.”
(Fade to black, then to the next segment.)
RING INTRODUCTIONS & ENTRANCES
Louie Linville stands at center ring, voice calm and ceremonial.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall…”
(Soft green-gold light washes the stage.)
First to emerge—Lark of Sherwood.
Lark steps through the curtain without flourish. No bravado. No pose. She scans the crowd once—then the ring—like someone memorizing exits. Her debut carries resolve, not optimism.
Julian Ward (measured):
“Lark of Sherwood enters Dark Fable with legacy behind her—but no protection from what comes next.”
Brick Brody (skeptical):
“Legacy don’t soften landings, Ward.”
The lights dim sharply.
Cold violet light. Slow footsteps.
Malice appears, predatory and composed. A step behind her, silent and looming, is Huntsman.
Julian Ward:
“Malice—no mystery here. Pain is the point.”
Brick Brody:
“And the Huntsman’s just there to make sure nobody forgets it.”
Louie Linville:
“Introducing first… making her Dark Fable debut… LARK OF SHERWOOD!”
“And her opponent… accompanied by the Huntsman… MALICE!”
(Bell rings.)
Minute 1
Malice closes distance immediately—grabs the leg and drops into a Modified Scorpion Crosslock. Lark scrambles, twists, tries to crawl—nowhere to go.
Julian Ward:
“Straight to the submission—Malice testing the debutant’s pain tolerance.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s a welcome mat, Ward. Wipe your feet—or scream.”
Minute 2
Lark surges—Single Leg Dropkick snaps Malice back. A flicker of momentum—
—then the Huntsman’s Heavy Boot Echo cracks unseen behind the referee’s back.
Lark stumbles, clutching her ribs.
Julian Ward (tight):
“Outside interference—Honest Abe never saw it.”
Brick Brody (dismissive):
“Then it don’t count.”
Minute 3
Malice regains control—Headbutts, short and brutal. Lark tries to cover up, but each blow lands heavier than the last.
Julian Ward:
“Malice breaking rhythm—breaking breath.”
Brick Brody:
“You don’t outfight Malice. You outlast her—or you tap.”
Minute 4
Malice hauls Lark up—Fallaway Slam sends her crashing hard. Lark rolls instinctively, gasping.
Julian Ward:
“Impact over elegance.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s gravity remindin’ her where she is.”
Minute 5
Malice keeps it simple—Snap Suplex. No rush. No waste. Lark lands flat, eyes unfocused.
Julian Ward:
“This has become methodical.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how professionals hurt people.”
Minute 6
Another Snap Suplex. Lark tries to brace—fails. The ring thuds again.
Julian Ward (concerned):
“Lark’s offense has stalled completely.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s fightin’ uphill with one boot untied.”
Minute 7
Desperation sparks—Lark explodes with a Fireman’s Carry Cutter! The crowd reacts—Malice stumbles—
—but Malice instantly drops and re-locks the Modified Scorpion Crosslock, deeper this time, center ring.
Julian Ward (urgent):
“Crosslock cinched in—nowhere to go!”
Brick Brody:
“Tap… or break.”
Lark claws at the mat. Reaches. Hesitates—
She taps.
RESULT: MALICE DEFEATS LARK OF SHERWOOD VIA SUBMISSION WITH A MODIFIED SCORPION CROSSLOCK AT THE 7-MINUTE MARK.
The bell rings—but Malice doesn’t release immediately.
The Huntsman steps closer.
From the ramp, Regina charges in. Together, the Queens of Despair begin a vicious beatdown—boots, stomps, no haste.
Julian Ward:
“This is unnecessary!”
Brick Brody (flat):
“This is Dark Fable.”
Suddenly—movement above.
From the rafters, descending with controlled urgency, Maid Marion drops into the ring, striking Regina, driving Malice back.
Lark pulls herself up. Together, Lark and Marion force the Queens of Despair to retreat.
Julian Ward (rising):
“Maid Marion—answering violence with defiance!”
Brick Brody:
“Fair warning, though—saving someone paints a target.”
Lark and Marion stand together. Hurt—but unbroken.
(Fade out.)
RING INTRODUCTIONS & ENTRANCES
Louie Linville stands at center ring, voice formal and resonant.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall…”
(A hush settles over the Camelot Coliseum.)
First to emerge—Takuma Ryujin.
Ryujin walks with measured discipline, shoulders square, eyes forward. Each step is deliberate, as if he’s already chosen how the story ends. At his side, Lady Ayame Ryu glides in ceremonial calm, folding a fan with quiet finality—less a manager, more a keeper of ritual.
Julian Ward (calm, informative):
“Takuma Ryujin… debuting under the banner of the House of the Dragon’s Veil. Composure, structure—everything about him suggests control.”
Brick Brody (gruff):
“Control don’t mean a damn thing if you can’t keep it when the monster starts swingin’.”
The lights dim further.
A harsh, industrial rumble rolls through the arena as Dragon King storms out—massive, brutal, impatient. Behind him, Dr. Frankenstein follows with chilling detachment—eyes like a man evaluating an experiment.
Julian Ward:
“And here is Dragon King—Monsters Bash. Pure force, unrefined and unapologetic.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s the kind of guy who don’t wrestle you. He removes you.”
Louie Linville:
“Introducing first… accompanied by Lady Ayame Ryu… representing the House of the Dragon’s Veil… TAKUMA RYUJIN!”
“And his opponent… accompanied by Dr. Frankenstein… representing Monsters Bash… THE DRAGON KING!”
(Bell rings.)
Minute 1
Ryujin and Dragon King circle—heavy tension, no wasted motion. Ryujin shoots in, cinches his grip, and—Deadlift German Suplex! He hauls Dragon King up clean and plants him hard.
Julian Ward:
“Deadlift German—Ryujin showing he can move a mountain.”
Brick Brody:
“Yeah, and mountains don’t like bein’ moved. He just woke somethin’ up.”
Minute 2
Both men rise. The corners stir. Lady Ayame Ryu signals with her fan—subtle, precise. Across the ring, Dr. Frankenstein barks sharply, berating Dragon King with icy contempt. The ring action pauses just enough for the tension to sharpen.
Julian Ward:
“Lady Ayame—calm instruction. Dr. Frankenstein—pressure and agitation. Two very different kinds of influence.”
Brick Brody:
“One’s teachin’. One’s torturin’. And I gotta tell ya, fear’s a hell of a motivator.”
Minute 3
Ryujin hooks again—Bridging Dragon Suplex! A clean arch, shoulders nearly pinned—Dragon King powers out and answers with a crushing Body Slam, shaking the canvas.
Julian Ward:
“Beautiful bridge—Ryujin nearly had him!”
Brick Brody:
“Nearly don’t count, Ward. Dragon King just reminded him what weight feels like.”
Minute 4
Ryujin regroups, breathing controlled. Lady Ayame flashes another fan signal—Ryujin steps in—but Dragon King barrels through and lands another Body Slam, turning technique into impact.
Julian Ward:
“Dragon King is refusing to be controlled. He’s turning every exchange into damage.”
Brick Brody:
“Good. ‘Cause that fancy suplex stuff? That’s cute—until your spine starts speakin’ in tongues.”
Minute 5
Dragon King swings momentum fully—he snatches Ryujin and drops him with a nasty Brainbuster. Ryujin’s head snaps; the crowd gasps.
Julian Ward (sharper):
“Brainbuster! That can end a debut in an instant!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s what a monster does. He don’t outwrestle you—he shortens your career.”
Minute 6
Ryujin forces himself up—eyes narrowed, jaw set. He shoots again—Deadlift German Suplex a second time, higher, harder. Dragon King absorbs it, but the impact echoes.
Julian Ward:
“Ryujin refuses to fold—another deadlift German!”
Brick Brody:
“Okay… okay… I’ll give the kid this—he’s stubborn. But stubborn don’t mean smart.”
Minute 7
Ryujin steps in with Dash Middle Kicks, snapping them into Dragon King’s ribs and thigh—cracking rhythm. Ryujin dives on top—pin attempt! Dragon King reverses, rolls through, and suddenly Dragon King’s pin attempt!
1… Ryujin kicks out hard.
Julian Ward:
“Ryujin went for it—Dragon King reversed—now Dragon King nearly stole it!”
Brick Brody:
“That’s the problem with tryin’ to be perfect—one slip and the animal bites your face off.”
Minute 8
Ryujin fires again—Bridging Dragon Suplex! The crowd surges—Dragon King staggers to the ropes, grabs Ryujin in desperation and throws him out of the ring! Ryujin hits the floor awkwardly, shoulder-first.
Referee Abe begins the count.
Julian Ward (urgent):
“Ryujin is down on the floor—he’s got to beat the count!”
Brick Brody:
“Dragon King don’t need to pin you if he can just erase you from the ring.”
Count: 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10!
Ryujin doesn’t make it back.
Julian Ward:
“Count-out! Count-out victory for Dragon King!”
Brick Brody (satisfied):
“See? Monster math. You’re on the floor at ten—you lose. No poetry. Just consequences.”
RESULT: DRAGON KING DEFEATS TAKUMA RYUJIN VIA COUNT-OUT AFTER A THROW OUT OF THE RING AT THE 8-MINUTE MARK.
Dragon King stands over the ropes, watching Ryujin pull himself up with Lady Ayame’s assistance. Dr. Frankenstein says nothing—only offers a small, clinical nod, like an experiment yielding expected results.
Julian Ward (quiet):
“Ryujin showed flashes of brilliance… but Dark Fable punishes even a moment of lost positioning.”
Brick Brody:
“Welcome to the realm, kid. Next time—don’t land on the outside.”
(Cut away.)
(The scene opens in a quieter backstage corridor. No red mist. No drums. Pale lantern light reflects off silk banners embroidered with subtle dragon sigils. The air feels still.)
(Standing poised is Hana Nakamura.)
Hana Nakamura (calm, respectful):
“Lady Ayame Ryu. Earlier tonight, Takuma Ryujin made his Dark Fable debut—one that ended in defeat, but not disgrace. In contrast to the words we heard earlier from Lord Kurogami… how does the House of the Dragon’s Veil define itself?”
(The camera shifts.)
(Lady Ayame Ryu stands centered, kimono immaculate, dragon sigils catching the light. Her fan is folded—held gently, but firmly.)
(Behind her stand the House of the Dragon’s Veil:)
Takuma Ryujin — breathing steady, eyes clear despite the loss
Hiro Tanenaga & Masa Tanenaga — the Scalekeepers, composed and synchronized
Sayaka Mizuhana — calm resolve, quiet strength
Lady Ayame inclines her head slightly before speaking.
Lady Ayame Ryu (warm, unhurried):
“The Dragon’s Veil does not arrive to collect debts.”
(A soft pause.)
“We arrive to endure.”
(She opens her fan slightly—an inviting gesture.)
“Takuma Ryujin walked into the storm tonight… and he was tested. Loss is not shame. Shippai wa hazukashii koto de wa arimasen. Failure is only a teacher.”
(She turns her gaze briefly toward Takuma. He bows his head in acknowledgment.)
“The dragon of the sea does not rush the tide. It learns its rhythm.”
Hana Nakamura:
“The House of the Dragon’s Veil has more to reveal tonight. The Scalekeepers will debut. Sayaka Mizuhana waits her moment. What should Dark Fable understand about your path forward?”
(Lady Ayame closes her fan gently.)
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“Hiro. Masa. The Scalekeepers move as water divided into two streams—separate, yet inseparable.”
(The twins nod in unison.)
“Sayaka Mizuhana carries the heart of our house. Not because she is unbreakable… but because she rises each time she falls.”
(A rare, faint smile.)
“We do not conquer.
We do not intimidate.”
(Her eyes meet the camera—steady, compassionate.)
“We cultivate balance… wa.”
(A beat.)
“To those who believe power is found only in fear—remember this: fear is loud. Discipline is quiet. And quiet things last.”
(Lady Ayame opens her fan fully now—soft, measured.)
Lady Ayame Ryu:
“The storm passes.
What endures… is discipline.”
(She inclines her head. The House of the Dragon’s Veil follows suit—not in submission, but in unity.)
(Fade out.)
RING INTRODUCTIONS & ENTRANCES
Louie Linville stands center ring, voice steady.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall… tag team competition.”
First to emerge—The Scalekeepers.
Hiro Tanenaga and Masa Tanenaga walk with synchronized calm. No wasted movement. At ringside, Lady Ayame Ryu watches with composed assurance, fan folded.
Julian Ward (measured):
“These teams know each other well—shared rings, shared scars. The Scalekeepers bring balance and precision.”
Brick Brody (gruff):
“Balance is nice. Storms don’t care.”
The lights dim. Red mist curls low.
Kaminari Hono emerge—Kaen restless, kinetic; Enrai cold and deliberate. Behind them stands Lord Kurogami, motionless, eyes fixed.
Julian Ward:
“Kaminari Hono—fire and lightning, guided by something far darker.”
Brick Brody:
“Storm’s already formed, Ward.”
(Bell rings.)
Minute 1
Enrai wastes no time—Dragon Suplex snaps Hiro backward.
Julian Ward:
“Immediate impact from Enrai.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how rivals make a point.”
Minute 2
Kaminari Hono isolate Hiro—double-team sequence: Enrai’s Running Sitout Powerbomb, Kaen’s Single Leg Crab—but Hiro explodes free with a Corkscrew Moonsault, shocking the crowd.
Julian Ward:
“Extraordinary recovery!”
Brick Brody:
“Kid’s got fight—but storms regroup.”
Minute 3
Hiro goes airborne again—another Corkscrew Moonsault—but Enrai answers with a Kumagoroshi Fisherman Buster.
Julian Ward:
“Technique versus force—neither yielding.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s a war of attrition.”
Minute 4
Hiro lands a Sitout Double Underhook Powerbomb—Enrai absorbs it and fires back with another Kumagoroshi Fisherman Buster, then tags Kaen.
Julian Ward:
“Relentless exchanges.”
Brick Brody:
“Bodies stack up fast like this.”
Minute 5
Kaen strikes with speed—Hiro answers with a Roundhouse Kick, but Kaen counters with Ushigoroshi, snapping momentum back.
Julian Ward:
“Kaen turning speed into punishment.”
Brick Brody:
“Fire burns quick.”
Minute 6
Hiro digs deep—another Sitout Double Underhook Powerbomb—Kaen answers with a brutal Ura Shouten Gutwrench Rack into Reverse Swinging Side Slam Facebuster. Both men tag out—Masa and Enrai enter.
Julian Ward:
“Smart tags—fresh bodies.”
Brick Brody:
“Fresh pain.”
Minute 7
Masa flies—Somersault Suicide Dive wipes Enrai out! Enrai staggers back at seven, only to plant Masa with a Head Crusher Sitout Rear Mat Slam. Masa scrambles and tags Hiro.
Julian Ward:
“Masa risking it all!”
Brick Brody:
“Risk cuts both ways.”
Minute 8
Enrai stalks Hiro—Running Sitout Powerbomb center ring.
Julian Ward (urgent):
“Powerbomb—cover!”
Brick Brody:
“Count it.”
1… 2… 3.
RESULT: KAMINARI HONO DEFEAT THE SCALEKEEPERS VIA PINFALL WHEN ENRAI PINNED HIRO TANENAGA FOLLOWING A RUNNING SITOUT POWERBOMB AT THE 8-MINUTE MARK.
Kaminari Hono stand tall. Lord Kurogami offers a single, slow nod—no celebration, only confirmation.
At ringside, Lady Ayame Ryu remains composed. She helps Hiro to his feet, her expression calm—unbroken.
Julian Ward (quiet):
“A decisive win—but not domination.”
Brick Brody:
“Storm passes through. Veil’s still standin’.”
(The camera cuts to the ramp. Red mist lingers low. Lord Kurogami stands apart from Kaminari Hono. He does not applaud. He does not move.)
Lord Kurogami (low, even):
“The river flows because it yields.
The storm advances because it does not.”
(A brief pause. His eyes lift toward the ring—then, calmly, toward the camera.)
“Balance delays the inevitable.
Inevitability… arrives on time.”
(He turns slightly, as if addressing someone unseen.)
“To the Veil—your discipline is admirable.
It will make the lesson last longer.”
(A faint nod. No smile.)
“The debt remains.”
(Kurogami exits frame. The red mist follows.)
RING INTRODUCTIONS & ENTRANCES
Louie Linville stands center ring, voice restrained.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall…”
The lights dim to pale blue-gray. Yurei Rinn glides to the ring—expression unreadable, movements economical. At ringside, Lord Kurogami stands perfectly still, hands folded over his cane.
Julian Ward (measured):
“Yurei Rinn—debuting tonight. Calm. Precise. Almost… distant.”
Brick Brody (low):
“She ain’t distant, Ward. She’s already decided how this ends.”
The lights warm slightly as Bella Aurelia enters—confident posture, chin high, feeding off the crowd.
Julian Ward:
“Bella Aurelia thrives in resistance. This could be a test of endurance.”
Brick Brody:
“Or a test of patience. And ghosts got plenty of that.”
(Bell rings.)
Minute 1
Bella explodes early—Samoan Driver plants Yurei hard.
Julian Ward:
“Strong opening—Bella setting the tone.”
Brick Brody:
“Hit first. Smart.”
Minute 2
Yurei answers—Hammerlock Spinning Tombstone—but Bella fires back with a Running Bicycle Knee.
Julian Ward:
“Immediate counter—neither yielding.”
Brick Brody:
“This ain’t fear. This is pride.”
Minute 3
Yurei traps Bella—Cross Armbar—forcing a desperate escape.
Julian Ward:
“Submission threat early.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s lookin’ for joints, not cheers.”
Minute 4
Yurei unloads Elbow Strikes, methodical and punishing.
Julian Ward:
“Accumulated damage—quiet but effective.”
Brick Brody:
“Every shot’s a reminder.”
Minute 5
Kurogami’s eyes lock on the referee—Oni’s Gaze. Bella rallies with a Hip Toss and Pose, breaking momentum.
Julian Ward (uneasy):
“Distraction at ringside.”
Brick Brody:
“Ref’s human, Ward.”
Minute 6
Yurei snaps a Reverse Neckbreaker, regaining control.
Julian Ward:
“Yurei back in command.”
Brick Brody:
“She don’t rush.”
Minute 7
Tombstone by Yurei—Bella staggers back with a Forearm Smash.
Julian Ward:
“Both women absorbing punishment.”
Brick Brody:
“This is where wills crack.”
Minute 8
Falcon Arrow by Yurei—cover! Bella kicks out at two.
Julian Ward:
“Close call!”
Brick Brody:
“Too early.”
Minute 9
Another Falcon Arrow—Bella barely survives.
Julian Ward:
“Yurei pressing.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s countin’ breaths now.”
Minute 10
Kurogami’s stare again unsettles the moment—no points gained, tension rising.
Julian Ward:
“Kurogami influencing without touching.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s power.”
Minute 11
Elbow Strikes from Yurei—Bella answers with a Forearm Smash.
Julian Ward:
“Neither backing down.”
Brick Brody:
“Stubborn’s expensive.”
Minute 12
Another Oni’s Gaze—Bella responds with a Heart Punch, staggering Yurei.
Julian Ward:
“Bella refusing to be intimidated.”
Brick Brody:
“Good. Makes it sweeter.”
Minute 13
Hammerlock Spinning Tombstone! Yurei covers—Bella kicks out at one.
Julian Ward (surprised):
“Incredible resilience!”
Brick Brody:
“Still breathin’… barely.”
Minute 14
Reverse Neckbreaker by Yurei—Bella answers with another Hip Toss and Pose.
Julian Ward:
“Momentum seesawing.”
Brick Brody:
“Both diggin’ deep.”
Minute 15
Bella lands a Short Arm Lariat, flattening Yurei.
Julian Ward:
“That could turn it!”
Brick Brody:
“Now finish her.”
Minute 16
Kiss of Fate (Superkick)—Yurei reels.
Julian Ward (urgent):
“Bella has her!”
Brick Brody:
“Don’t blink.”
Minute 17
Yurei answers—Elbow Strikes, dragging Bella back down.
Julian Ward:
“She survives.”
Brick Brody:
“Ghosts don’t stay down.”
Minute 18
Reverse Neckbreaker vs. Short Arm Lariat—both collide.
Julian Ward:
“Pure attrition now.”
Brick Brody:
“Who’s got more left?”
Minute 19
Cobra Clutch—Bella fights free with another Hip Toss.
Julian Ward:
“Bella refusing to fade.”
Brick Brody:
“Refusin’ don’t mean succeedin’.”
Minute 20
Reverse Neckbreaker—Yurei slows the pace again.
Julian Ward:
“Control reasserted.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s drownin’ her.”
Minute 21
Another Reverse Neckbreaker—Bella wilting.
Julian Ward:
“Accumulation taking its toll.”
Brick Brody:
“Endgame.”
Minute 22
Kurogami signals—Blood Oath—Bella shocks everyone with a Running Bicycle Knee.
Julian Ward:
“Bella still fighting!”
Brick Brody (grim):
“Admire it while it lasts.”
Minute 23
Cobra Clutch—Bella trapped again.
Julian Ward:
“Nowhere to go.”
Brick Brody:
“She’s fading.”
Minute 24
Kurogami whispers—Whispered Curse. Yurei strikes, covers.
1… 2… 3.
RESULT: YUREI RINN DEFEATS BELLA AURELIA VIA PINFALL FOLLOWING WHISPERED CURSE AT THE 24-MINUTE MARK.
Yurei rises slowly. No celebration. Lord Kurogami steps closer, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder—approval without affection.
Julian Ward (quiet):
“A debut built on patience… and inevitability.”
Brick Brody:
“That’s how ghosts win, Ward. They wait.”
(Fade out.)
(Torchlight rises along the ramp. The crowd swells.)
King Arthur steps into the arena—armor polished, Excalibur sheathed, posture regal without arrogance. He pauses at the threshold, taking in the Coliseum, then enters the ring.
Julian Ward (measured, reverent):
“There are entrances… and then there are moments. This is the latter.”
Arthur raises a hand for calm. The crowd settles.
King Arthur (clear, resolute):
“People of Camelot—welcome home.”
(Cheers.)
“This coliseum was built on vows—honor, courage, and unity. It is fitting that the Mythic Division chose Camelot as its home, for legends do not thrive in shadows alone. They are tested in the open—before witnesses.”
(He smiles faintly.)
“I am proud to welcome every warrior who has stepped into this realm tonight. May your battles be fierce—and your oaths stronger still.”
(The lights abruptly dim.)
A low, discordant hum crawls through the sound system. On the big screen, the Broken Crown sigil burns into view.
The crowd turns uneasy.
The image flickers—then resolves into Mordred.
Mordred (cold, amused):
“Listen to him… welcoming guests to a throne he never truly earned.”
(Boos.)
“You wear the crown like a costume, Arthur. A usurper draped in borrowed legend. Camelot deserves truth—not pageantry.”
(He leans closer to the camera.)
“Enjoy your applause. It ends tonight.”
(The screen cuts to black.)
Mist begins to pour from beneath the ring—thick, unnatural. The arena plunges into darkness.
Brick Brody (low, dangerous):
“Oh hell… this is a hit.”
Lights snap back on.
Arthur stands center ring—surrounded.
Encircling him are the agents of the Broken Crown:
Sir Agravaine
Dread Knight (1)
Dread Knight (2)
Black Knight
Morgana Le Faye
They close in, methodical.
Arthur reaches for Excalibur—not to strike, but to stand.
On the screen, Mordred laughs.
Julian Ward (urgent):
“Arthur is completely surrounded!”
Brick Brody:
“They picked the place. They picked the moment.”
Before the first blow—
Horns blare. Clear. Commanding.
The crowd erupts.
Charging down the ramp come the Champions of Camelot:
Sir Lancelot
Sir Gawain
Sir Galahad
Guinevere
Merlin
They storm the ring, weapons metaphorical but intent unmistakable. The Broken Crown halts—then turns.
Two lines form. Nose to nose. Breaths hot. Tension crackling.
Arthur stands shoulder to shoulder with his champions.
On the screen, Mordred watches—satisfied.
Brick Brody (grinning):
“Now this is a standoff.”
Before chaos can explode—security floods the ring, separating the factions, pushing them back to opposite corners.
Julian Ward (firm):
“Order barely restored—but make no mistake: this war has been declared.”
Arthur never breaks eye contact with the Broken Crown as they’re forced away.
The screen flickers once more—Mordred’s smile fades to steel.
(Fade out.)
RING INTRODUCTIONS & ENTRANCES
Louie Linville stands center ring, voice resonant.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall… and is your MAIN EVENT of the evening!”
The crowd rises as Merry Band emerge—Friar Tuck jovial but focused, Little John imposing and steady.
Julian Ward (measured):
“These two know each other intimately. The Merry Band has won the chapter so far—but tonight decides who writes the next one.”
Brick Brody (gravelly):
“Gods don’t forget losses, Ward. They avenge ‘em.”
The lights thunder crimson and gold. Gods of War arrive—Ares snarling intensity, Mars cold violence incarnate. At the ramp stands Zeus, arms crossed.
Julian Ward:
“Power. Punishment. Pride.”
Brick Brody:
“And no mercy.”
(Bell rings.)
Minute 1
Gods of War strike first—double-team forearms and a bearhug—Tuck absorbs, then answers with a Cross Body Block.
Julian: “Immediate chaos!”
Brick: “That’s a bar fight with better lighting.”
Minute 2
Ares attempts a backbreaker—Tuck wriggles free and tags Little John.
Julian: “Smart escape.”
Brick: “Tag the big gun.”
Minute 3
Little John crushes Ares with a Towering Suplex. Mars tags in.
Julian: “Statement strength.”
Brick: “That shook Olympus.”
Minute 4
Merry Band double-team—Axe Handle Drop and Reverse Chin Lock—but Mars counters with a Power Bomb.
Julian: “Momentum snapped!”
Brick: “That’s why he’s a god.”
Minutes 5–6
Gods of War isolate Little John—Samoan Drop, Running Powerslam, Neckbreaker—relentless.
Julian: “Sustained punishment.”
Brick: “This is how wars are won.”
Minute 7
Little John fires back with an Axe Handle Drop, breaking the trap.
Julian: “He refuses to fall!”
Brick: “Stubborn like a tavern door.”
Minutes 8–9
Merry Band regain ground—double Axe Handles—but Mars lariats through them.
Julian: “Nobody backing down.”
Brick: “This is survival.”
Minute 10
Mars nearly steals it—pin attempt broken. Tags made: Tuck and Ares.
Julian: “Close call!”
Brick: “Too early to pray.”
Minutes 11–12
Chaos again—double teams collide—Tuck’s Keg Crusher clamps down repeatedly on Ares.
Julian: “That bearhug is draining him!”
Brick: “That’s the squeeze of regret.”
Minutes 13–14
All four in—slam for slam, clothesline for overhead throw.
Julian: “This is barely controlled!”
Brick: “Control’s overrated.”
Minutes 15–16
Merry Band surge—Snap Suplex, Forearm Smash—Tuck reapplies the Keg Crusher. Ares refuses to submit.
Julian: “Incredible resilience!”
Brick: “Gods don’t tap.”
Minutes 17–18
Little John re-enters—brawling erupts—Power Bomb answered by Axe Handle Drop.
Julian: “Neither team blinking!”
Brick: “That’s pride talkin’.”
Minutes 19–20
Tags again—Splash, Lariat, then all four collide—slingshot, headlock punches, backbreakers.
Julian: “The ring can’t hold this!”
Brick: “It’s barely tryin’.”
Minutes 21–22
Merry Band press—Reverse Chin Lock, then a crisp double-team sequence—Ares rocked.
Julian: “Ares is fading!”
Brick: “Finish him.”
Minutes 23–26
Extended double-team assault—Keg Crusher, Axe Handle Drop, Cross Body Block—Ares absorbs punishment.
Julian: “Sustained pressure!”
Brick: “This is the edge from 2025 showin’.”
Minutes 27–29
Gods of War rally—hard forearms, suplexes, brutal doubles—Little John endures.
Julian: “Momentum swings again!”
Brick: “Wars always swing.”
Minutes 30–31
Explosive exchange—bearhug vs. shoulder claw—Power Bomb countered by a Backbreaker.
Julian: “What a counter!”
Brick: “That hurt my spine from here.”
Minute 32 — THE FINISH
Little John unloads Headlock Punches. Zeus raises a hand—Divine Blessing flashes—but it’s not enough.
1… 2… 3!
RESULT: THE MERRY BAND DEFEAT THE GODS OF WAR VIA PINFALL WHEN LITTLE JOHN PINNED ARES WITH HEADLOCK PUNCHES AT THE 32-MINUTE MARK.
The Merry Band stand tall—exhausted, victorious. Zeus glares from ringside. Ares rolls to the ropes, furious.
Julian Ward (firm):
“The Merry Band just strengthened their claim for a Universal Tag Team Title opportunity.”
Brick Brody (grinning):
“Yeah… and the gods just learned some legends don’t kneel.”
(Camera lingers on the victors as the crowd roars. Fade out.)
(The camera returns to the commentary desk. The arena behind them still hums—embers of war not yet cooled.)
Julian Ward (measured, reflective):
“Tonight, Dark Fable didn’t simply debut… it declared itself.”
(Footage rolls softly in split-screen as Julian speaks.)
“We witnessed new arrivals tested without mercy. Rivalries from distant lands brought into the open. And lines drawn—clearly—between order, conquest, discipline, and fear.”
(Clips flash: Malice’s submission, Dragon King’s count-out win, Kaminari Hono standing tall, Yurei Rinn’s quiet victory, the Merry Band celebrating.)
Julian Ward:
“Lark of Sherwood learned how unforgiving this realm can be. Takuma Ryujin showed resilience in defeat. The Oni Syndicate tightened its grip… and the House of the Dragon’s Veil answered not with threats—but resolve.”
Brick Brody (leaning in, gravelly satisfaction):
“And let’s not forget—Camelot nearly turned into a battlefield.”
(Replay of the ring surrounded by the Broken Crown.)
“Arthur stood his ground. Mordred showed his teeth. And for the first time in a long time, you could feel the war breathin’ again.”
(A crooked grin.)
“That’s Dark Fable, folks. Nobody hides. Nobody coasts.”
Julian Ward:
“In our main event, the Merry Band once again proved why they’ve held the edge over the Gods of War—this time with championship implications.”
(Graphic flashes: Merry Band victorious.)
Julian Ward:
“That win places Friar Tuck and Little John firmly in position as contenders… and it sends a message across the Mythic Division.”
(Julian straightens, tone shifting to anticipation.)
Julian Ward:
“And next week… Dark Fable enters its next phase.”
Julian Ward:
“For the first time, we begin the Mythic Crown Title Tournament.”
(Tournament graphic pulses faintly.)
“First-round matches will take place—carefully chosen, no second chances. Victory moves you forward. Defeat sends you back to the shadows.”
Brick Brody (smirking):
“That crown ain’t a decoration. You want it—you bleed for it.”
Julian Ward:
“And we’ll also have a special announcement regarding the future of the Eternal Flame Championship—including how that title will be filled, and what it will demand of those who dare pursue it.”
(A low flame motif flickers across the screen.)
Brick Brody (voice lowering):
“Two titles. Two paths. And I guarantee—one of ‘em’s gonna hurt a whole lot more than the other.”
Julian Ward (steady, resolute):
“Camelot has opened its gates. The realm has been tested.”
Brick Brody:
“And the story’s just gettin’ meaner.”
Julian Ward:
“For Brick Brody—”
Brick Brody:
“—and for everyone brave enough to step into the dark—”
Julian Ward (together):
“This has been Dark Fable.”
(The Dark Fable sigil forms in shadow and flame as the music swells. Fade to black.)
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