Aired - August 15, 2026
PART 1
0. SHOW RUNDOWN
1. SHOW OPENING
2. CROWD SHOT AND WELCOMING
2.5 SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT
3. MATCH 1
4. THE COACH
5. MATCH 2
6. MATCH 3
7. SANTA’S FURY
8. MATCH 4
9. MATCH 5
PART 2
10. THE NIGHT BELONGS TO THE MASTER 11. MAIN EVENT 12. CLOSING DEMONIC CIVIL WAR INTERLUDE - “Brotherly Love” “The Old Coach”
The broadcast does not return immediately to North Pole Arena.
Instead, the screen fades to black.
For several seconds there is no music.
Only the faint sound of wind moving somewhere beyond thick stone walls.
A single candle ignites.
Then another.
The image slowly resolves.
The recording was made somewhere inside the castle.
The chamber is vast but deliberately underlit. Tall stone pillars disappear into darkness above the frame. Heavy curtains cover narrow windows along the far wall, allowing only thin traces of moonlight to reach the floor.
At the centre of the chamber sits a dark, high-backed throne.
The Master of the Night occupies it.
He is dressed in immaculate black formal clothing, the same controlled elegance he has carried throughout his appearances in the Polar Division. One hand rests lightly against the arm of the throne. His posture is relaxed.
Not careless.
Comfortable.
Standing beside him is Count Daculescu.
Hands folded behind his back, Count Daculescu wears a severe dark suit with deep burgundy detailing. He looks directly into the camera with the expression of someone welcoming invited guests into a private residence.
Several yards behind them stands a woman.
She is motionless.
Long black hair falls beyond her shoulders.
A dark dress disappears into the shadows around her.
The lighting never reaches her face.
Her features cannot be seen.
She does not speak.
She does not move.
The camera holds on her for several seconds before slowly returning to Count Daculescu.
Count Daculescu: One week.
His voice echoes softly through the chamber.
Count Daculescu: That is all that remains before Fallout.
He takes one measured step toward the camera.
Count Daculescu: One week before Mr. Mason receives exactly what he requested.
A faint smile.
Count Daculescu: No disqualifications.
Count Daculescu: No restrictions.
Count Daculescu: No convenient boundary between courage and consequence.
Behind him, The Master of the Night remains perfectly still.
Count Daculescu: Last week, Mr. Mason believed he had discovered courage simply because he was willing to remove the rules.
He glances toward the throne.
Count Daculescu: He misunderstands.
Count Daculescu: Rules have never restrained the Master.
The camera slowly moves toward The Master of the Night.
He lifts his gaze.
The Master of the Night: They restrained Mr. Mason.
His voice is calm.
Almost conversational.
The Master of the Night: Referees.
The Master of the Night: Time limits.
The Master of the Night: Friends rushing between him and the consequences of his temper.
A faint smile appears.
The Master of the Night: He has spent a career mistaking protection for freedom.
The Master shifts slightly upon the throne.
The Master of the Night: At Fallout, he has asked that protection to disappear.
His fingers tap once against the armrest.
The Master of the Night: I admire that.
A pause.
The Master of the Night: Sincerely.
The smile grows slightly.
The Master of the Night: There is something charming about a man requesting the instrument of his own education.
Count Daculescu lowers his head in quiet approval.
The Master of the Night: Mr. Mason believes removing the rules brings the match into his world.
He leans forward.
The Master of the Night: His neighbourhood.
The reference is deliberate.
The Master of the Night: His disorder.
The Master of the Night: His little collection of broken furniture, bad decisions, and people foolish enough to stand beside him.
The Master pauses.
The Master of the Night: But chaos does not belong to Mr. Mason.
The chamber becomes completely still.
The Master of the Night: He merely visits it.
The camera angle widens slightly.
The woman remains visible in the background.
Her face remains hidden.
The Master of the Night: There is another mistake he continues to make.
His eyes shift away from the camera.
Toward the woman.
Only for a moment.
Then back.
The Master of the Night: He believes bringing something home means possessing it again.
The implication hangs silently in the chamber.
Count Daculescu smiles.
The Master of the Night: Men become very sentimental about doors.
The Master of the Night: They close one.
The Master of the Night: Turn a lock.
The Master of the Night: Place familiar walls around something precious.
His voice lowers.
The Master of the Night: Then they convince themselves nothing crossed the threshold with them.
Behind the throne, the woman's fingers slowly close around one another.
Nothing more.
The Master of the Night: Mr. Mason should understand something before August 23.
The Master of the Night: Distance is not always freedom.
A long pause.
The Master of the Night: Silence is not always absence.
Another.
The Master of the Night: And what has once learned my voice does not forget it simply because someone wishes very desperately that it would.
The woman remains motionless.
Her face is still entirely hidden.
Count Daculescu: Perhaps that is what troubles him most.
The camera moves toward Count Daculescu.
Count Daculescu: Mr. Mason has always believed himself uniquely difficult to control.
His smile becomes sharper.
Count Daculescu: He believes unpredictability makes him dangerous.
Count Daculescu: That affection makes him strong.
Count Daculescu: That madness grants immunity from manipulation.
He glances toward The Master of the Night.
Count Daculescu: Yet everything he has done since the Master's arrival has been precisely what was expected.
The Master of the Night: He chased when I wished him to chase.
Count Daculescu: He attacked when provoked.
The Master of the Night: He demanded the match we knew he would demand.
Count Daculescu: And then he proudly removed every rule that might have interrupted what happens next.
The Master of the Night settles back into the throne.
The Master of the Night: Predictable men are often the ones who shout loudest about being unpredictable.
A quiet chuckle comes from Count Daculescu.
The Master of the Night: But I do not dislike Mr. Mason.
The statement feels almost more unsettling because of how sincerely it is delivered.
The Master of the Night: Quite the opposite.
The Master of the Night: I find him interesting.
He looks directly into the camera.
The Master of the Night: He loves ferociously.
The Master of the Night: He fights without hesitation.
The Master of the Night: He will walk willingly into a place every instinct should tell him to avoid if he believes someone he loves is waiting on the other side.
The Master tilts his head slightly.
The Master of the Night: That is admirable.
A beat.
The Master of the Night: It is also extraordinarily useful.
The camera briefly shifts toward the woman.
No movement.
No face.
Only the long black hair and still silhouette.
Then back to the throne.
The Master of the Night: At Fallout, Mr. Mason will enter believing he is fighting to bring his family back together.
He raises one hand slightly.
The Master of the Night: Let him believe it.
The Master of the Night: Belief has carried him this far.
The hand lowers.
The Master of the Night: But belief is not ownership.
The Master of the Night: It is not control.
The Master of the Night: And it is not protection.
Count Daculescu: What, then, should Mr. Mason expect when the bell rings?
The Master considers the question.
The Master of the Night: Honesty.
Count Daculescu raises an eyebrow.
The Master of the Night: For once.
The Master of the Night: No referee pretending violence becomes civilized because someone placed ropes around it.
The Master of the Night: No time limit protecting either man from where the evening naturally wishes to go.
The Master of the Night: No disqualification allowing Mr. Mason to blame the rules when his choices finally become expensive.
The faint smile returns.
The Master of the Night: Just two men.
The Master of the Night: One ring.
The Master of the Night: And whatever remains when the excuses have been removed.
He leans forward one final time.
The Master of the Night: Mr. Mason welcomed me to his neighbourhood.
The candlelight flickers across his face.
The Master of the Night: At Fallout, I shall return the courtesy.
A longer silence follows.
Then his eyes drift toward the shadowed woman again.
The Master of the Night: And when the evening is finished...
His gaze returns to the camera.
The Master of the Night: He may discover that some things cannot simply be brought home.
The Master settles back into the throne.
Count Daculescu steps forward.
Count Daculescu: August 23.
Count Daculescu: No disqualifications.
Count Daculescu: Mr. Mason against The Master of the Night.
He gives the camera a slight formal bow.
Count Daculescu: The invitation has been accepted.
A candle extinguishes.
Then another.
The chamber darkens around the throne.
The final visible image is not The Master of the Night.
It is the woman standing behind him.
Long black hair.
Face hidden.
Silent.
The screen cuts to black.
A single line appears in pale lettering.
THE NIGHT BELONGS TO THE MASTER
The transmission ends.
The broadcast returns to North Pole Arena.
For a moment, neither commentator speaks.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: We have no confirmation whatsoever regarding the identity of the woman standing behind The Master of the Night, and after everything that has happened involving Edie Mason, I am not prepared to speculate.
Eddie Ellington: You do not need to speculate. That presentation was designed to make Mr. Mason speculate. Every shadow, every sentence, every glance in that room was placed there for him.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: And the suggestion that he still possesses some form of influence over Edie Mason was unmistakable.
Eddie Ellington: Notice the wording, Johnny. The Master of the Night did not have to say where she was. He did not have to say what he had done. He simply reminded Mr. Mason that closing a door does not necessarily end a problem.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Whatever games The Master of the Night intends to play, Mr. Mason has been very clear about his objective. He wants Edie brought home safe, and at Fallout there will be no disqualifications standing between him and the man he believes responsible for everything his family has endured.
Eddie Ellington: Which is exactly what concerns me. Mr. Mason thinks removing the rules gives him freedom. The Master of the Night appears to believe it gives him permission.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Eight days from now, we find out which man was right.
The broadcast returns to North Pole Arena for the final time tonight.
The house lights dim as the camera sweeps across a standing crowd. Signs rise throughout the arena while the main-event graphic fills the giant screen.
On one side are Yeti and Marcus the Beastmaster.
Opposite them stand Bigfoot and the reigning Convergent Champion, Jack Lumber.
Footage from last week's championship main event briefly plays across the screen.
Marcus the Beastmaster attacking the referee.
The chain appearing in his hand.
Bigfoot coming over the barricade.
Marcus being stopped.
Yeti being driven into the canvas.
Then the final image from the end of the show.
Bigfoot and Yeti, staring at one another across the arena.
At the commentary desk, Johnny “The Mic” Michaels looks toward the ring.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Last Saturday night, Jack Lumber successfully defended the Convergent Championship against Yeti, but the championship itself was almost overshadowed by what happened around the finish. Marcus the Beastmaster introduced a chain, Bigfoot came out of the crowd to stop him, and that intervention brought Bigfoot and Yeti face-to-face.
Eddie Ellington: Intervention? Bigfoot stuck his enormous nose into business that did not belong to him.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Marcus attacked the referee and brought a chain into the match.
Eddie Ellington: Allegedly for educational purposes.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: He was preparing to use it!
Eddie Ellington: You cannot prove intent.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: We watched him climb into the ring with it.
Eddie Ellington: Circumstantial evidence.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: And tonight Marcus and Yeti have an opportunity to answer Bigfoot and the champion directly.
Eddie Ellington: Exactly. And I am delighted. Marcus the Beastmaster is one of the smartest men in the Polar Division, and Yeti is the Alpha Beast. Last week was an ambush. Tonight they know Bigfoot is coming.
The arena lights begin to fade.
A low animal growl rolls through the building.
The main screen fills with a frozen mountain ridge beneath a violent snowstorm.
A heavy drumbeat begins.
Marcus the Beastmaster appears first.
He steps through the curtain wearing his dark wilderness gear and immediately raises one arm toward the arena.
The response is hostile.
Marcus ignores it.
He turns back toward the entrance.
A deeper roar sounds.
The stage lights become almost completely white.
Yeti emerges.
The enormous Alpha Beast walks slowly onto the stage and stops beside Marcus the Beastmaster.
He does not look at the crowd.
He looks toward the ring.
Then his eyes move beyond it.
Toward the opposite entrance.
Waiting.
Eddie Ellington: Look at Yeti. Last week Bigfoot caught him when he was already in the middle of a championship match. Tonight there is no surprise.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Yeti has been thinking about Bigfoot for seven days.
Eddie Ellington: As he should. If another giant jumped into my business and chokeslammed me, I would remember it too.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: I would be considerably more worried about the chokeslam than the principle involved.
Marcus the Beastmaster says something to Yeti.
The giant finally starts walking.
The pair make their way toward ringside together.
Marcus reaches the ring first and climbs onto the apron.
Yeti pulls himself up beside him.
Before entering, Yeti stops again and looks toward the entrance stage.
Marcus motions for him to focus.
The two men step through the ropes.
Their music fades.
For several seconds, the arena remains dark.
Then comes the sound of timber splitting.
A heavy axe strike echoes through North Pole Arena.
The crowd erupts.
The main screen fills with a northern forest.
Bigfoot appears first.
The enormous member of the Misfits of Mayhem walks onto the stage and immediately sees Yeti waiting inside the ring.
The reaction between the two men is instantaneous.
Bigfoot stops.
Yeti steps toward the ropes.
Neither looks away.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: There it is. Nothing has changed since last week.
Eddie Ellington: Oh, something changed. This time Yeti knows exactly where Bigfoot is.
Bigfoot takes one step down the ramp.
Then a second axe strike sounds.
The crowd rises again.
Jack Lumber emerges carrying the Convergent Championship over one shoulder.
The champion wears his familiar lumberjack-inspired ring gear beneath an open flannel entrance vest.
He joins Bigfoot at the top of the ramp.
For a moment, Jack Lumber looks toward Yeti.
Then toward Marcus the Beastmaster.
He lifts the Convergent Championship.
Jack Lumber: Remember this?
Inside the ring, Marcus points toward himself and then toward the championship.
Jack Lumber grins.
Eddie Ellington: Arrogance.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: He retained the championship last week.
Eddie Ellington: With Bigfoot's assistance.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: After Marcus tried to use a chain.
Eddie Ellington: You insist on ruining perfectly good arguments with context.
Bigfoot and Jack Lumber begin walking toward the ring.
The champion gives several fans a quick slap of the hand along the barricade, but Bigfoot never stops watching Yeti.
At ringside, Jack Lumber removes the Convergent Championship and hands it to the timekeeper.
Bigfoot steps onto the apron.
Yeti immediately moves toward him.
Honest Abe gets between the ropes and orders Yeti backward.
Jack Lumber enters from the opposite side.
All four men are now inside.
Celeste Orion steps into the centre of the ring.
Celeste Orion: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for your MAIN EVENT!
The crowd erupts.
Celeste Orion: This tag team contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit!
She turns toward the first corner.
Celeste Orion: Introducing first, the team of Marcus the Beastmaster and the Alpha Beast, Yeti!
Heavy boos roll through North Pole Arena.
Marcus the Beastmaster raises both arms.
Yeti remains focused on Bigfoot.
Celeste Orion turns toward the opposite corner.
Celeste Orion: Their opponents, first representing the Misfits of Mayhem, Bigfoot!
Bigfoot steps forward.
The crowd roars.
Celeste Orion: And his partner, the reigning Convergent Champion, Jack Lumber!
Jack Lumber raises one fist as the crowd cheers again.
Celeste Orion exits.
Honest Abe orders each team to select a starting competitor.
Jack Lumber begins to step forward.
Bigfoot places one hand against his chest.
Jack Lumber looks up at him.
Bigfoot points toward Marcus the Beastmaster.
Jack Lumber gives him a nod and steps onto the apron.
Across the ring, Yeti looks irritated.
Marcus the Beastmaster tells him something quietly.
Yeti reluctantly steps outside.
The match will begin with Bigfoot against Marcus the Beastmaster.
Eddie Ellington: Very clever by Marcus. Everyone expects Yeti and Bigfoot to run straight at one another. Instead, make Bigfoot wrestle.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: I do not think Bigfoot has any objection to that.
Eddie Ellington: He should. Marcus the Beastmaster is considerably smarter than he looks.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: What exactly is that supposed to mean?
Eddie Ellington: A compliment. Mostly.
Honest Abe signals for the bell.
Minute 1
Marcus the Beastmaster begins circling.
Bigfoot closes quickly and forces him toward the corner.
Jack Lumber reaches over the ropes.
The tag is made, but Bigfoot remains inside.
Marcus tries to escape between them.
He cannot.
Bigfoot drives a massive boot into the chest of Marcus the Beastmaster.
The impact sends him backward.
Jack Lumber follows immediately with a heavy chop across the chest.
The sound echoes through the arena.
Marcus drops to one knee.
Honest Abe orders Bigfoot back toward the apron.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Immediate teamwork from Bigfoot and Jack Lumber! The big boot put Marcus the Beastmaster in position and the champion followed with that tremendous chop.
Eddie Ellington: Illegal mugging, Johnny.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: There was a legal tag.
Eddie Ellington: Legal technicalities do not improve the morality of two enormous men attacking one innocent strategist.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: You just called Marcus the Beastmaster innocent.
Eddie Ellington: Compared with these two?
Minute 2
Bigfoot remains the legal competitor after another quick exchange at the corner.
Marcus the Beastmaster tries to close the distance.
Bigfoot catches him beneath the chin with a rising knee lift.
Marcus is driven backward into the ropes.
He rebounds.
Bigfoot steps forward again and forces him back toward neutral territory.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: That knee lift stopped Marcus completely. Bigfoot has controlled the opening two minutes.
Eddie Ellington: Temporarily.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Marcus has yet to establish any sustained offence.
Eddie Ellington: Because he is studying the giant. Good hunters do not charge into the forest screaming.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Last week he charged into the ring with a chain.
Eddie Ellington: Different forest.
Minute 3
Marcus the Beastmaster attempts to shoot underneath Bigfoot's arms.
Bigfoot catches him.
The enormous wrestler wraps both arms around Marcus, lifts him completely from the canvas, and launches him overhead with a belly-to-belly throw.
Marcus crashes across the ring.
The crowd erupts.
Bigfoot turns toward his corner.
Jack Lumber extends his hand.
The tag is made.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Bigfoot just threw Marcus the Beastmaster halfway across the ring, and now the Convergent Champion comes in.
Eddie Ellington: Which is exactly what Marcus wanted.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: He wanted to be thrown across the ring?
Eddie Ellington: He wanted Bigfoot out.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: You are becoming creative even by your standards.
On the opposite apron, Yeti grips the top rope tightly.
He has not entered yet.
His eyes remain on Bigfoot.
Minute 4
Jack Lumber enters aggressively.
Marcus the Beastmaster rises.
The champion catches him with a sharp kick to the abdomen.
He pulls Marcus forward.
The Axe connects.
The impact snaps Marcus the Beastmaster down.
Jack Lumber begins to follow.
Marcus suddenly surges forward and traps the champion in a bearhug.
His arms lock around the lower back.
Jack Lumber grimaces as Marcus squeezes.
The champion drives forearms against the side of the head until the grip loosens.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: The Axe landed, but Marcus the Beastmaster answered immediately with that bearhug.
Eddie Ellington: There. Wrestling intelligence. Jack Lumber thought he had him hurt and walked straight into the trap.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Jack escaped relatively quickly.
Eddie Ellington: After Marcus reminded him exactly where his ribs are.
Minute 5
Marcus the Beastmaster charges before Jack Lumber can completely reset.
He catches the champion around the body.
Alpha Slam.
The spinning sidewalk slam drives Jack Lumber hard into the canvas.
Marcus hooks the leg.
Before Honest Abe can establish the count, Jack Lumber shifts his hips and rolls Marcus onto his shoulders.
One.
Two.
Marcus the Beastmaster kicks out.
Both men scramble upright.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Tremendous reversal! Marcus tried to cover after the Alpha Slam, but Jack Lumber turned the pin against him and nearly stole the fall.
Eddie Ellington: Stole is exactly the word.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: That was wrestling.
Eddie Ellington: Marcus did all the work, hit the Alpha Slam, and somehow almost got punished for it. Terrible system.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: It is called positional awareness.
Eddie Ellington: It is called theft with shoulder blades.
Minute 6
Marcus rises first.
Jack Lumber catches him coming forward.
The champion scoops Marcus the Beastmaster upward, turns, and drives him forcefully into the canvas.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: TIMMMMMBEEERRRRR!
The crowd shouts along with him.
Jack Lumber immediately covers.
Marcus the Beastmaster rolls through the position and reverses the champion onto his own shoulders.
One.
Two.
Jack Lumber kicks out.
The champion rolls toward his corner.
Bigfoot extends his hand.
Jack Lumber makes the tag.
Eddie Ellington: Marcus almost beat the Convergent Champion with his own mistake.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Both men reversed dangerous pinning situations. Neither could hold the other for three.
Eddie Ellington: And now Bigfoot is coming back in because Jack Lumber has finally realized how exhausting competence can be.
Minute 7
Bigfoot steps through the ropes.
Marcus the Beastmaster attempts to retreat toward his own corner.
Bigfoot catches him before he can reach Yeti.
He hooks Marcus around the torso and drives him down with a drop suplex.
Jack Lumber comes through the ropes after a quick tag.
He catches Marcus as he rises.
Atomic drop.
Marcus the Beastmaster staggers forward directly into Bigfoot's path.
Honest Abe begins forcing Jack Lumber back outside.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Another effective combination from Bigfoot and Jack Lumber. Marcus the Beastmaster is being isolated from Yeti.
Eddie Ellington: And I blame Honest Abe.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: For what?
Eddie Ellington: Existing in an unhelpful location.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Marcus simply cannot reach his corner.
Eddie Ellington: Because these two have constructed a blockade.
On the opposite apron, Yeti stretches his entire arm toward Marcus.
The tag remains several feet away.
Minute 8
Bigfoot and Jack Lumber maintain the pressure before the referee can completely separate them.
Bigfoot catches Marcus the Beastmaster and throws him backward with a powerful side suplex.
The moment Marcus rises, Jack Lumber steps forward and drives a stiff uppercut beneath the jaw.
Marcus collapses near the ropes.
Honest Abe finally forces the champion back onto the apron.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Another punishing sequence. Side suplex from Bigfoot, stiff uppercut from Jack Lumber, and Marcus has spent almost this entire match separated from Yeti.
Eddie Ellington: Which tells you nothing about Yeti.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: I did not say it did.
Eddie Ellington: Good. Because I can already hear people saying Bigfoot dominated the Alpha Beast tonight when Bigfoot has spent eight minutes avoiding him.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Bigfoot has not avoided anyone. Marcus started the match and has not been able to escape.
Eddie Ellington: Very convenient interpretation.
Minute 9
Marcus the Beastmaster finally creates separation with a desperate forearm.
He lunges toward the corner.
This time his fingers reach Yeti.
The tag is made.
North Pole Arena erupts.
Yeti enters immediately.
Bigfoot takes one step toward him.
For a fraction of a second, the two giants finally stand directly opposite one another.
Then Marcus the Beastmaster remains in the ring.
The opposing team attacks together.
Marcus catches Bigfoot's arm and torques it downward with a shoulderbreaker.
Yeti steps behind Bigfoot and clamps on the Yeti Trap, wrapping a massive arm around the head and neck.
Bigfoot is pulled backward.
He plants his feet.
With Yeti still trying to maintain the headlock, Bigfoot catches Marcus and throws him down with another drop suplex.
The crowd erupts.
Yeti releases and steps backward.
For the first time tonight, Bigfoot and Yeti are separated by only a few feet with neither man occupied elsewhere.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Finally! Yeti enters, the Yeti Trap is applied, and Bigfoot still manages to throw Marcus the Beastmaster while caught in the hold!
Eddie Ellington: But Yeti had him contained!
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: For several seconds.
Eddie Ellington: Which is several seconds longer than anybody else tonight. Look at them now.
The arena noise changes.
Bigfoot straightens.
Yeti bares his teeth.
Neither man moves.
Honest Abe steps between them and orders Marcus the Beastmaster out because Yeti is now the legal competitor.
Marcus says something sharply to Yeti.
Yeti looks toward him.
A brief exchange follows.
Then Marcus reaches over the top rope.
Another tag.
Eddie Ellington: Brilliant!
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Yeti just entered and immediately tagged back out.
Eddie Ellington: He showed Bigfoot exactly what he wanted to show him. Now let Marcus finish the work.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Or perhaps Marcus the Beastmaster does not want this match becoming exclusively about Yeti and Bigfoot.
Eddie Ellington: That is why he is the Beastmaster.
Minute 10
Marcus the Beastmaster enters immediately.
Bigfoot is still looking toward Yeti.
Marcus attacks from the side.
He wraps both arms around Bigfoot and somehow muscles the enormous competitor upward.
Alpha Slam.
The spinning sidewalk slam drives Bigfoot into the canvas.
The crowd gasps.
Marcus the Beastmaster hooks both legs.
Honest Abe drops into position.
Before the referee can begin the count, Bigfoot shifts his weight.
He catches Marcus around the waist and rolls through.
Suddenly Marcus the Beastmaster's shoulders are flat.
One.
Marcus kicks his legs.
Two.
Yeti steps through the ropes.
Jack Lumber enters from the opposite corner.
Three.
The bell rings.
North Pole Arena erupts.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Three! Bigfoot reversed the Alpha Slam cover and pinned Marcus the Beastmaster!
Eddie Ellington: No! No, no, no! Marcus hit the Alpha Slam! He had the match won!
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: He failed to control Bigfoot's hips on the cover, and Bigfoot used that opening to reverse the position.
Eddie Ellington: That is robbery! Marcus the Beastmaster wrestled almost the entire match, hit the Alpha Slam on a man twice the size of normal humanity, and gets punished because Bigfoot rolls over?
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: That is exactly why every detail matters in a wrestling match. Marcus had the physical advantage for one moment and Bigfoot had the positional advantage at the only moment that mattered.
Eddie Ellington: Yeti was one second away from breaking it!
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: And Jack Lumber was already moving to intercept him. Bigfoot and the Convergent Champion have won our main event.
BIGFOOT AND JACK LUMBER DEFEAT YETI AND MARCUS THE BEASTMASTER VIA PINFALL AT THE 10:00 MINUTE MARK.
The bell continues ringing as Jack Lumber enters the ring.
Bigfoot releases Marcus the Beastmaster and rises.
There is almost no celebration.
Because Yeti is already standing directly in front of him.
The crowd rises again.
Jack Lumber sees the confrontation developing.
Marcus the Beastmaster rolls toward the ropes behind them, furious at the sudden loss.
But neither giant pays attention to him.
Bigfoot and Yeti stand nose-to-nose in the centre of the ring.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: The match is over, but I do not think this issue is.
Eddie Ellington: Of course it is not! Yeti barely had the opportunity to get involved!
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: He had an opportunity in the ninth minute, and for those few moments neither man gave an inch.
Eddie Ellington: Then give them another ten minutes!
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: That is not how scheduled matches work.
Eddie Ellington: It should be.
Honest Abe cautiously moves closer.
Jack Lumber positions himself several feet behind Bigfoot, but he does not interfere.
At ringside, an official hands the Convergent Championship back to Jack Lumber.
The champion takes it without looking away from the giants.
Yeti looks past Bigfoot.
His eyes settle briefly on the championship.
Then return to Bigfoot.
That is the difference.
Last week, the title was at the centre of everything.
Tonight it barely registers.
Marcus the Beastmaster finally gets to his feet and steps beside Yeti.
He speaks quietly into the giant's ear.
Yeti does not respond.
Bigfoot takes one small step forward.
Yeti answers with one of his own.
The crowd becomes even louder.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Last week Yeti stood across the arena staring at Bigfoot. Tonight he is standing inches away from him.
Eddie Ellington: And Bigfoot should remember something. He did not pin Yeti.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: That is true.
Eddie Ellington: Yeti has not lost anything to Bigfoot. Not yet.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: And perhaps that is exactly why neither one seems satisfied.
Marcus the Beastmaster places one hand against Yeti's chest.
Yeti finally looks down at him.
Marcus shakes his head.
Not tonight.
Yeti slowly begins backing away.
He points at Bigfoot.
Yeti: Soon.
Bigfoot gives him a single nod.
Bigfoot: Anytime.
The crowd erupts again.
Marcus the Beastmaster and Yeti step through the ropes.
At ringside, Marcus remains furious about the result.
He points toward Honest Abe and continues arguing about the reversed pin.
Eddie Ellington: Listen to Marcus. He is absolutely correct.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: About what?
Eddie Ellington: Several things. I am sure one of them is relevant.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: The referee's count was clear.
Eddie Ellington: That has never prevented a referee from being wrong.
Inside the ring, Jack Lumber approaches Bigfoot.
For a moment, Bigfoot continues staring toward the ramp.
Yeti has reached the top.
He turns.
The two giants lock eyes one final time.
Then Jack Lumber steps beside his partner and raises the Convergent Championship.
Bigfoot finally looks toward him.
Jack Lumber extends one hand.
Bigfoot takes it.
The crowd cheers.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: One week after Bigfoot came to Jack Lumber's aid, they stand together victorious in tonight's main event. Jack Lumber remains Convergent Champion, Bigfoot has pinned Marcus the Beastmaster, and the tension between Bigfoot and Yeti has only intensified.
Eddie Ellington: You forgot the important part.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Which is?
Eddie Ellington: Bigfoot still has not beaten Yeti.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Fair enough.
Eddie Ellington: And Yeti knows it.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Perhaps someday soon we will find out which of these two enormous competitors truly has the advantage when there is nobody else in the ring.
The camera switches between them.
In the ring, Bigfoot.
At the top of the ramp, Yeti.
Neither looks away.
Behind Bigfoot, Jack Lumber raises the Convergent Championship.
Behind Yeti, Marcus the Beastmaster continues protesting the loss.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: For Eddie Ellington, I am Johnny “The Mic” Michaels. Bigfoot and Jack Lumber win our main event, but tonight has left us with far more questions than answers as Fallout draws closer.
Eddie Ellington: Especially one very large question.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Bigfoot or Yeti.
Eddie Ellington: Exactly.
The final image is a split-screen.
Bigfoot on one side.
Yeti on the other.
The Polar Power logo rises between them as the broadcast fades to black.
The camera returns to a wide shot of North Pole Arena.
The main event has ended, but much of the audience remains standing.
Inside the ring, Jack Lumber has the Convergent Championship over his shoulder while Bigfoot stands beside him.
At the top of the entrance ramp, Yeti remains alongside Marcus the Beastmaster.
For several more seconds, Bigfoot and Yeti continue staring across the arena at one another.
Neither appears satisfied with how little time they actually spent against each other tonight.
The Polar Power logo fills the screen as the broadcast returns to the commentary desk.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: What a night it has been here at North Pole Arena, and our main event may be over, but I have a feeling the issue between Bigfoot and Yeti has barely begun.
Eddie Ellington: Bigfoot pinned Marcus the Beastmaster. He did not pin Yeti. Until those two giants actually settle this themselves, nobody should pretend we have an answer.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Earlier tonight, we also learned that the leadership structure of NPCW has changed. Alton Bell has been promoted to Executive Vice President, while Elias Coldmere has been appointed Commissioner of the Mythic Division and will continue overseeing the Polar Division on an interim basis until a permanent replacement is selected.
Eddie Ellington: Which reminds me. I need better résumé paper.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: You were serious about that?
Eddie Ellington: Of course. Polar Commissioner Eddie Ellington has authority to it.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: It certainly has something.
Highlights begin appearing on the screen.
Emberlyn Black striking Penny Coppersnap with the Black Cinder Kick.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Emberlyn Black made a successful Polar Power debut tonight, defeating Penny Coppersnap.
The footage shows Damian Black watching his sister before exchanging the hostile stare with Grinch Heyman.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: But the presence of her brother, GCW Global Champion Damian Black, clearly did not sit well with Grinch Heyman, and Damian disappeared backstage immediately after his sister's match.
Eddie Ellington: Family visits are complicated.
The highlights change.
Vereyk Nightclaw stands victorious over Mr. Mason.
Then the image shifts to Calvin “Cal” Mercer shaking his head from the front row.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Mr. Mason suffered a difficult defeat against Vereyk Nightclaw following repeated involvement from Count Daculescu. But perhaps just as intriguing was the continued presence of retired coach Cal Mercer.
Eddie Ellington: And that head shake.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Mr. Mason clearly knows Cal Mercer. Negropolis knows there is something there as well. What that history is, we do not yet know.
Eddie Ellington: Whatever it is, Mr. Mason looked like a man who had just been handed a disappointing report card.
The screen changes again.
Velora Synn battling Crimson Vane and Scarlett Howl.
Lilith watches from the apron.
Then Count Vlad uses the Transylvania Spike before Velora Synn pins Scarlett Howl.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Lilith and Velora Synn defeated Crimson Vane and Scarlett Howl, but one thing stood out throughout that match. Velora Synn carried the overwhelming majority of the workload for her team while Lilith appeared surprisingly reluctant to remain the legal competitor.
Eddie Ellington: Strategic delegation.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: You can call it that. I call it unusual.
The replay stops on Emberlyn Black watching Velora Synn from ringside.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: And perhaps even more unusual, Emberlyn Black chose that particular match to watch from the audience, with much of her attention seemingly directed toward Velora Synn.
Eddie Ellington: She appreciates talent. I knew I liked her.
The screen moves to Santa Claus standing face-to-face with Infernus Rex.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: The tension surrounding the North Pole Championship also escalated tonight. Santa Claus made it clear that he believes his rematch with Grondar the Revenant should have remained one-on-one.
Eddie Ellington: And Infernus Rex thinks Santa Claus is afraid of him.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Santa emphatically disagreed and warned Infernus Rex that before he worries about Santa, he should worry about surviving Rudolph.
The footage shows Infernus Rex defeating Jasper Fang.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Infernus Rex then backed up his confidence with a hard-earned victory over Jasper Fang.
Eddie Ellington: Twenty-six minutes against a very determined opponent. Rex looks ready for Fallout.
The highlights change again.
Grinch Heyman strikes Marax the Deceiver with his mobile phone.
Krampus makes the cover.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: And Krampus finally pinned Marax the Deceiver tonight, although it came after Grinch Heyman introduced his mobile phone into the match.
Eddie Ellington: Which is precisely why Marax should remain confident. Take Grinch Heyman and the telephone out of the equation at Fallout, and I believe Marax beats him.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: We will find out in eight days.
Finally, the screen darkens.
A still image appears from the castle transmission.
The Master of the Night seated upon the dark throne.
Count Daculescu beside him.
The unidentified woman with long black hair standing silently in the shadows behind them.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: And then there was this.
His voice becomes more serious.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: The Master of the Night sent another message to Mr. Mason from that castle tonight, deliberately suggesting that whatever influence he believes he has over Edie Mason has not ended.
Eddie Ellington: That message was built to get inside Mr. Mason's head before their No Disqualification Match.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Mr. Mason has said repeatedly that his objective is bringing his wife home safe. At Fallout, he gets his opportunity to confront The Master of the Night without the restrictions of a traditional match.
The screen returns to the victorious Bigfoot and Jack Lumber.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: And moments ago, Bigfoot reversed the Alpha Slam and pinned Marcus the Beastmaster, giving himself and Convergent Champion Jack Lumber the victory.
The final replay shows Bigfoot and Yeti nose-to-nose.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: But perhaps the lasting image is this.
Eddie Ellington: Two giants with unfinished business.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Precisely.
The replay fades.
A new graphic begins building across the main screen.
NEXT SATURDAY — THE FINAL POLAR POWER BEFORE FALLOUT
The crowd reacts immediately.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: And now look at what awaits us next Saturday night.
The first match graphic appears.
SANTA CLAUS AND RUDOLPH VS. THE FROST GIANTS
The arena erupts.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: After weeks of recovery, Rudolph is scheduled to be medically cleared on August 20, and next Saturday he returns to competition!
Eddie Ellington: Three days after medical clearance and one night before one of the biggest matches of his career. That sounds sensible.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Rudolph teams with Santa Claus against the Frost Giants in his first match back.
Eddie Ellington: And everybody at Fallout should be watching. We will find out immediately how much that damaged eye and broken antler have truly recovered.
The graphic changes.
POLLY MASON VS. LUPINA REDCLAW
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Polly Mason faces Lupina Redclaw just one night before Polly enters a Last Woman Standing Match against Dr. Violetta Voss at Fallout.
Eddie Ellington: Terrible time to get hurt. Lupina Redclaw knows that too.
Another graphic.
JASPER FANG AND TOM SAWYER VS. WILBER “TERRORFANG” TOWNSEND AND ABADDON
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Jasper Fang returns alongside Tom Sawyer against Northern Lights Champion Wilber “Terrorfang” Townsend and Abaddon.
Eddie Ellington: Jasper Fang survived Infernus Rex tonight. His reward is Wilber Townsend and Abaddon next week. Somebody in scheduling dislikes that man.
The next graphic appears.
MIRROR SAINTS VS. BLITZEN AND DONNER
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: The Mirror Saints take on Blitzen and Donner, and this one is particularly important because Blitzen and Donner challenge the Ultimate Beasts for the Universal Tag Team Championship one night later at Fallout.
Eddie Ellington: Which means the Mirror Saints have the opportunity to expose every weakness the champions can study before Sunday.
The screen changes.
LILITH VS. EMBERLYN BLACK
The crowd reaction rises noticeably.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: And after what we witnessed tonight, this became extremely interesting. Lilith goes one-on-one with Emberlyn Black!
Eddie Ellington: Now that is a match.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Emberlyn Black watched Lilith and Velora Synn tonight. Next week she gets Lilith herself.
Eddie Ellington: And Lilith does not have the luxury of allowing Velora Synn to wrestle eighteen minutes for her this time.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: One night before Lilith challenges Crimson Vane for the Queen of the North Championship at Fallout.
Then every light surrounding the graphic turns gold.
The North Pole Championship appears on the screen.
The audience realizes what is coming before the names appear.
NORTH POLE CHAMPIONSHIP
GRONDAR THE REVENANT VS. HUCK FINN
The crowd erupts.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Wait a minute!
Eddie Ellington: You have got to be kidding me.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: It is official! One night before Fallout, Grondar the Revenant will defend the North Pole Championship against Huck Finn!
Eddie Ellington: Who authorized this?
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: The match has been signed. Huck Finn gets a North Pole Championship opportunity next Saturday night.
Eddie Ellington: Grondar is already scheduled to defend that championship against Santa Claus, Rudolph, and Infernus Rex at Fallout! Now he has to put the title on the line twenty-four hours earlier?
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: And think about what that means. Everyone has been discussing the Fatal Four-Way under the assumption that Grondar the Revenant will walk into Fallout as North Pole Champion.
He looks directly into the camera.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Next Saturday, Huck Finn has an opportunity to change the entire championship landscape before we ever reach Fallout.
Eddie Ellington: Santa Claus should be furious. Infernus Rex should be furious. Rudolph should be furious. Most importantly, Grondar should be furious!
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: He still has to defend the championship.
The six-match card fills the screen together.
SANTA CLAUS AND RUDOLPH VS. FROST GIANTS
POLLY MASON VS. LUPINA REDCLAW
JASPER FANG AND TOM SAWYER VS. WILBER “TERRORFANG” TOWNSEND AND ABADDON
MIRROR SAINTS VS. BLITZEN AND DONNER
LILITH VS. EMBERLYN BLACK
NORTH POLE CHAMPIONSHIP — GRONDAR THE REVENANT VS. HUCK FINN
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Six matches. The return of Rudolph. A major singles test for Emberlyn Black. Several competitors making their final preparations for Fallout.
The North Pole Championship match enlarges at the centre of the screen.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: And unbelievably, the North Pole Championship itself will be defended on the final night before the biggest Polar Division event of the summer.
Eddie Ellington: Everybody has spent weeks making plans for Fallout.
He points toward the graphic.
Eddie Ellington: Huck Finn can destroy every one of those plans with a three-count.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Next Saturday is the final stop.
The Fallout logo appears behind the card.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Then, on August 23, there is nowhere left to run.
The camera returns to the ring.
Jack Lumber and Bigfoot are making their way toward the entrance while fans continue cheering around them.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: For Eddie Ellington, Celeste Orion, Smooth Samantha Satin, and everyone here at Polar Power, I am Johnny “The Mic” Michaels.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: One more Saturday.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Then comes Fallout.
Eddie Ellington: And assuming Grondar the Revenant still has that championship by then, Johnny, absolutely nothing about Sunday is guaranteed.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: Hope under pressure.
The camera pans across the North Pole Arena crowd.
Johnny “The Mic” Michaels: The North endures.
The Polar Power logo fills the screen.
Beneath it:
NEXT WEEK — THE FINAL POLAR POWER BEFORE FALLOUT
Then:
FALLOUT — AUGUST 23, 2026
The broadcast fades to black.
The arena has emptied.
Most of the lights inside North Pole Arena have already been shut down, leaving the backstage corridors illuminated by the colder utility lighting used by the production crew after a broadcast.
Equipment cases roll toward loading bays.
Ring technicians pass through intersecting hallways.
Somewhere in the distance, metal barricades are being stacked for the night.
One of the remaining production cameras is following a crew member toward the loading area when voices are heard around the next corner.
The camera slows.
It finds Emberlyn Black standing near an equipment alcove with Velora Synn.
Neither woman appears aware that the camera is there.
Emberlyn Black has changed out of part of her entrance attire following her successful Polar Power debut, but she still carries herself with the same controlled confidence she displayed earlier in the evening.
Velora Synn looks considerably more worn.
Her hair is still damp from competition, and the physical effects of the twenty-eight-minute tag match are visible in the stiffness of her shoulders.
Emberlyn Black looks her over.
Emberlyn Black: You know something?
Velora Synn: Usually.
A slight smile from Emberlyn Black.
Emberlyn Black: You were the MVP tonight.
Velora Synn raises an eyebrow.
Velora Synn: Of the match?
Emberlyn Black: By a mile.
She leans casually against one of the equipment cases.
Emberlyn Black: I watched the whole thing.
That catches Velora Synn's attention.
Emberlyn Black: You went in during the third minute and practically lived in that ring until the twentieth.
Emberlyn Black: Scarlett Howl.
Emberlyn Black: Crimson Vane.
Emberlyn Black: Double teams.
Emberlyn Black: Submissions.
Emberlyn Black: Suplexes.
She gestures toward Velora Synn.
Emberlyn Black: You carried it.
Velora Synn: We won.
Emberlyn Black: You won.
The distinction causes the smile on Velora Synn's face to fade slightly.
Emberlyn Black: Lilith spent most of the match standing on the apron watching you do all the heavy lifting.
Velora Synn: That was strategy.
The answer comes quickly.
Perhaps too quickly.
Emberlyn Black notices.
Emberlyn Black: Was it?
Velora Synn looks at her.
Emberlyn Black: Because from where I was sitting, every time you needed someone to share the burden, Lilith seemed very comfortable letting you prove how strong you were.
A pause.
Emberlyn Black: Again.
Velora Synn's jaw tightens.
Emberlyn Black: And again.
Velora Synn: Lilith has Crimson Vane at Fallout.
Emberlyn Black: I know.
Velora Synn: There was no reason for her to show the champion everything.
Emberlyn Black: Maybe.
She shrugs.
Emberlyn Black: But there is a difference between preserving yourself for a championship match and letting your partner get beaten for eighteen minutes because it is convenient.
That lands.
Velora Synn looks away.
The corridor is quiet for several seconds.
Emberlyn Black studies her carefully.
She has found the pressure point.
She does not press it immediately.
Instead, her tone softens.
Emberlyn Black: You were magnificent tonight.
Velora Synn looks back.
Emberlyn Black: Strong.
Emberlyn Black: Relentless.
Emberlyn Black: Dangerous.
A small smile returns to Velora Synn's face.
Emberlyn Black: Exactly the kind of woman someone like Krampus should have beside him.
That changes the conversation.
Velora Synn: Krampus?
Emberlyn Black: He is building something.
Velora Synn: Another Legion.
Emberlyn Black: Something stronger than the one that abandoned him.
Velora Synn: And you think I belong in it?
Emberlyn Black: I think Krampus needs more than soldiers.
She steps slightly closer.
Emberlyn Black: He needs a Demoness strong enough to stand beside him.
Velora Synn watches her closely now.
Emberlyn Black: Not behind him.
Emberlyn Black: Beside him.
A beat.
Emberlyn Black: His consort.
The word hangs between them.
Velora Synn gives a low, amused laugh.
Velora Synn: His consort.
Emberlyn Black: You would be perfect.
Velora Synn: Would I?
Emberlyn Black: You know you would.
Velora Synn slowly circles half a step around her.
Velora Synn: Interesting.
She tilts her head.
Velora Synn: But if Krampus needs such a woman...
Her smile becomes more playful.
Velora Synn: Why not you?
Emberlyn Black laughs once.
Emberlyn Black: Me?
Velora Synn: You seem very invested in his future.
Emberlyn Black: That does not make me a Demoness.
Velora Synn: Neither does ambition.
Emberlyn Black: I am mortal.
Velora Synn: That has never stopped mortals from wanting powerful things.
Emberlyn Black shakes her head.
Emberlyn Black: No.
Her voice becomes more matter-of-fact.
Emberlyn Black: I know what I am.
Velora Synn: And what is that?
Emberlyn Black: A servant.
The word comes from behind them.
Loud.
Disbelieving.
Damian Black: SERVANT?
Both women turn.
Damian Black stands several yards down the corridor.
The GCW Global Champion has apparently been there long enough to hear the final part of the conversation.
His expression is no longer the guarded glare he carried toward Grinch Heyman earlier tonight.
Now he looks genuinely angry.
Emberlyn Black closes her eyes for half a second.
Annoyance immediately replaces whatever satisfaction she had been taking from the conversation.
Emberlyn Black: Wonderful.
Damian Black walks toward them.
Damian Black: Did you just call yourself a servant?
Emberlyn Black: This does not concern you.
Damian Black: You are my sister.
Emberlyn Black: Which apparently gives you extraordinary hearing.
Damian Black: It gives me an interest when my sister starts describing herself as property.
Emberlyn Black: Nobody said property.
Damian Black: You said servant.
Emberlyn Black: And you decided to interrupt a private conversation.
She turns away from him.
Back toward Velora Synn.
Her tone changes immediately.
Emberlyn Black: We will talk about this later.
Velora Synn looks from Emberlyn Black to Damian Black.
An amused smile spreads across her face.
Velora Synn: Yes.
She steps closer to Emberlyn Black.
Velora Synn: I think we should.
Then Velora Synn begins walking past Damian Black.
She stops beside him.
The GCW Global Champion remains completely still.
Velora Synn looks up at him.
Her smile becomes openly teasing.
She slowly raises one hand and lets her fingertips trail beneath Damian Black's chin.
Velora Synn: Protective brother.
Her fingers leave him.
Velora Synn: How sweet.
Damian Black does not move.
He merely watches her.
Velora Synn continues down the corridor.
After several steps, she glances back toward Emberlyn Black.
Velora Synn: Later.
Emberlyn Black: Later.
Velora Synn disappears around the corner.
The instant she is gone, Emberlyn Black turns on her brother.
Emberlyn Black: What are you doing here?
Damian Black: Apparently rescuing my sister from forgetting who she is.
Emberlyn Black: I do not need rescuing.
Damian Black: Good.
He steps closer.
Damian Black: Because I did not come here to rescue you.
Emberlyn Black: Could have fooled me.
Damian Black: I came here to watch your debut.
That takes a little of the heat out of her expression.
Only a little.
Damian Black: And you did well.
Emberlyn Black: I know.
Damian Black: Of course you do.
A faint smile almost appears on his face.
Damian Black: You are a Black.
Emberlyn Black immediately recognizes where the conversation is going.
Emberlyn Black: Don't.
Damian Black: You walked into somebody else's promotion tonight, competed for nine minutes, won your first match, and looked like you belonged here before the bell even rang.
Emberlyn Black: I said don't.
Damian Black: And then I find you in a hallway calling yourself a servant to demons.
Emberlyn Black: You heard one sentence.
Damian Black: One was enough.
Emberlyn Black: You do not understand what I am doing.
Damian Black: Then explain it.
Emberlyn Black: I do not owe you an explanation.
That draws a silence.
Damian Black looks at her for several seconds.
Damian Black: You need distance from these people.
Emberlyn Black: No.
Damian Black: Krampus.
Damian Black: Grinch Heyman.
Damian Black: This Legion.
Damian Black: Whatever war they are fighting.
His voice hardens.
Damian Black: Put distance between yourself and all of it.
Emberlyn Black: No.
Damian Black: Emberlyn—
Emberlyn Black: Stop talking to me like I am fifteen.
Damian Black: Then stop talking like somebody has convinced you your proper place is at their feet.
Emberlyn Black: Nobody convinced me of anything.
She steps directly in front of him.
Emberlyn Black: This is my choice.
Damian Black: Bad choices are still choices.
Emberlyn Black: And they are still mine.
Damian Black: You are better than this.
Emberlyn Black: Better than what?
Damian Black: Serving monsters who would sacrifice you the moment it became convenient.
Emberlyn Black: You have known them for five minutes.
Damian Black: Five minutes was enough for Grinch Heyman to look at me like my presence was a threat.
Emberlyn Black: Maybe because you were glaring at him.
Damian Black: I was.
Emberlyn Black: Very subtle.
Damian Black: I was not trying to be subtle.
Emberlyn Black folds her arms.
Emberlyn Black: There is the problem.
Damian Black: What?
Emberlyn Black: You walk into my life for one night and immediately decide you know what should happen next.
Damian Black: I am your brother.
Emberlyn Black: Exactly.
Emberlyn Black: Brother.
A beat.
Emberlyn Black: Not owner.
That stops him.
Emberlyn Black: I chose this.
Emberlyn Black: I chose to come here.
Emberlyn Black: I chose to work with Krampus.
Emberlyn Black: I chose the Legion.
Emberlyn Black: Nobody dragged me into a cave.
Emberlyn Black: Nobody put chains around me.
Emberlyn Black: Nobody forced me to kneel.
Her expression hardens.
Emberlyn Black: So stop behaving like I need your permission to stand where I want to stand.
A heavy voice enters the conversation.
Krampus: Is everything all right?
Both siblings turn.
Krampus stands at the opposite end of the corridor.
He has changed partially out of his ring gear following the tag-team match, but the heavy chains remain across his shoulders.
His expression is surprisingly calm.
Emberlyn Black exhales.
Emberlyn Black: Everything is fine.
Damian Black: No.
Emberlyn Black glares at him.
Damian Black ignores her and walks directly toward Krampus.
The two men stop several feet apart.
Krampus looks down slightly at the GCW Global Champion.
Damian Black does not give ground.
Krampus: You are her brother.
Damian Black: And you are Krampus.
A slow grin appears on Krampus's face.
Krampus: You have heard of me.
Damian Black: Enough.
Behind them, Emberlyn Black rubs one hand across her forehead.
Emberlyn Black: This is ridiculous.
Neither man acknowledges her.
Damian Black looks directly into the eyes of Krampus.
Damian Black: Listen carefully.
The smile remains on Krampus's face.
Damian Black: My sister makes her own decisions.
That earns the slightest reaction from Emberlyn Black.
Damian Black: I cannot stop her.
Damian Black: And apparently she has no intention of listening to me.
Emberlyn Black: Finally, progress.
Damian Black: But if she gets hurt because of your Legion...
The humour disappears from his face.
Damian Black: If she gets dragged into whatever war you are fighting...
He moves half a step closer.
Damian Black: If anything happens to her because of you...
The corridor becomes completely silent.
Damian Black: I will personally make you pay for it.
Emberlyn Black: Damian.
Krampus does not respond immediately.
His eyes remain fixed on the champion.
Damian Black waits.
No fear.
No retreat.
Finally Krampus speaks.
Krampus: Are you threatening me?
Damian Black: No.
A beat.
Damian Black: I am explaining what happens next.
The smile slowly returns to Krampus.
Emberlyn Black: Oh, for—
Damian Black turns toward his sister.
The anger in his face softens slightly.
Damian Black: You were good tonight.
Emberlyn Black says nothing.
Damian Black: Better than good.
He points once toward her.
Damian Black: Remember your name.
Emberlyn Black's expression tightens.
Damian Black: You are not anybody's servant.
Damian Black: You are a Black.
He looks once more toward Krampus.
Then turns and walks away.
His footsteps echo through the corridor.
Emberlyn Black watches until her brother disappears around the corner.
She remains visibly furious.
Emberlyn Black: He had no right.
Behind her comes a low chuckle.
She turns.
Krampus is laughing.
Not loudly.
But genuinely.
Emberlyn Black: What is funny?
Krampus looks toward the corridor where Damian Black disappeared.
Then back at Emberlyn Black.
His grin broadens.
Krampus: Krampus versus Damian Black.
He considers it.
Another low laugh.
Krampus: Now that...
His eyes gleam with amusement.
Krampus: That is a main event match.
Emberlyn Black stares at him.
Emberlyn Black: You are impossible.
Krampus: Perhaps.
He looks once more down the empty corridor.
Krampus: But your brother has courage.
Emberlyn Black: He has an ego.
Krampus: Even better.
Emberlyn Black shakes her head.
Then her attention shifts toward the corridor where Velora Synn departed.
Her anger begins fading.
The calculating expression from earlier returns.
Krampus notices.
Krampus: You spoke with her?
Emberlyn Black: Yes.
Krampus: And?
A small smile appears on Emberlyn Black's face.
Emberlyn Black: She listened.
That is enough for Krampus.
His grin slowly widens.
The camera pulls farther back.
Krampus and Emberlyn Black remain together beneath the cold corridor lights.
One hallway leads toward Damian Black.
Another toward Velora Synn.
And somewhere between them, the Demonic Civil War has just gained another complication.
The image fades to black.
DEMONIC CIVIL WAR WILL CONTINUE
North Pole Arena — Lower Concourse — After the Show
The arena is nearly empty.
Production crews dismantle barricades in the distance. Road cases roll through concrete corridors. The enormous space that had been filled with thousands of screaming fans only an hour earlier now feels strangely hollow.
Near one of the lower exits, CALVIN “CAL” MERCER waits.
He has not changed seats since the show ended.
Dark work jacket.
Burgundy shirt.
Weathered hands folded loosely in front of him.
When he finally rises, the old injury announces itself through the familiar hitch in his step.
A permanent limp.
Not weakness.
History.
Footsteps approach.
Mercer looks toward the corridor.
NEGROPOLIS emerges first.
Beside him walks JACK MASON.
Jack has changed out of most of his ring gear. He now wears dark trousers, polished shoes, a black shirt and a long tailored coat.
His face carries the evidence of his match with Vereyk Nightclaw.
A bruise along the cheek.
A cut near the mouth.
But Jack's posture is immaculate.
His expression is calm.
Far too calm.
Mercer watches him approach.
Jack stops several feet away.
For a long moment, neither man speaks.
Mercer looks Jack over slowly.
Jack notices.
JACK MASON
You always did begin with the examination.
Mercer raises an eyebrow.
CAL MERCER
You always did notice.
Jack gives the faintest smile.
It contains no warmth.
JACK
Occupational hazard.
Mercer studies the bruising on Jack's face.
Then the way he is standing.
Then his hands.
Then his feet.
MERCER
Left shoulder's bothering you.
JACK
Slightly.
MERCER
Nightclaw worked it well.
JACK
He did.
MERCER
Daculescu helped.
Jack's eyes remain steady.
JACK
Considerably.
Mercer waits.
Jack offers nothing more.
MERCER
You're taking that remarkably well.
JACK
Would becoming angry alter the result?
MERCER
No.
JACK
Then anger would serve no purpose.
Negropolis glances toward Mercer.
There it is.
Mercer heard it too.
Jack calmly adjusts the cuff of his coat.
JACK
Although Daculescu has created a debt.
Mercer studies him.
MERCER
A debt.
Jack looks toward the empty arena.
JACK
Debts can be settled.
A beat.
JACK
Eventually.
No threat in his voice.
That makes it sound more like one.
Mercer changes subjects.
MERCER
You were distracted tonight.
Jack looks back at him.
JACK
Was I?
MERCER
You looked at me eleven times.
Jack pauses.
JACK
Only eleven?
Mercer's mouth nearly twitches.
MERCER
You used to hide it better.
JACK
I wasn't attempting to hide it.
Mercer studies him.
MERCER
Nightclaw noticed.
JACK
Yes.
MERCER
Daculescu noticed.
JACK
Obviously.
MERCER
Then why keep looking?
Jack considers the question as though it deserves a serious answer.
JACK
Because men from one's past rarely appear unexpectedly at the North Pole without reason.
Mercer says nothing.
Jack takes a single step closer.
Still perfectly calm.
JACK
Which brings us to the obvious question.
A pause.
JACK
Why are you here, Coach?
The word lands differently than everything else Jack has said.
Coach.
For the briefest instant, Mercer isn't looking at Mr. Mason.
He's looking at the nineteen-year-old kid who walked into his school decades ago.
Then Mercer's eyes move toward Negropolis.
Jack follows them.
His expression does not change.
But the silence does.
Jack slowly turns toward his friend.
JACK
Anthony.
Negropolis stiffens.
NEGROPOLIS
Jack—
JACK
You called him.
Not a question.
Negropolis looks between the two men.
Then nods.
NEGROPOLIS
Yes.
Jack absorbs the answer.
No anger.
No accusation.
He simply turns back toward Mercer.
JACK
When?
Negropolis answers.
NEGROPOLIS
Before the wedding.
Jack becomes completely still.
Mercer watches closely.
JACK
I see.
That is all.
Negropolis almost prefers shouting.
NEGROPOLIS
Jack—
Jack lifts one finger.
Not threatening.
Simply asking him to wait.
Negropolis stops.
Jack continues looking at Mercer.
JACK
He believed Mean Jack was returning.
Mercer doesn't answer immediately.
MERCER
He believed something was wrong.
JACK
Those are not necessarily synonymous.
MERCER
I told him that.
Jack's eyes narrow fractionally.
JACK
Did you?
MERCER
I told him to leave you alone.
That finally produces a reaction.
A slight lift of Jack's eyebrow.
MERCER
You were getting married.
Mercer looks toward Negropolis.
MERCER
Anthony was worried he was seeing something that wasn't there.
Jack slowly turns his head toward Negropolis.
JACK
And yet you remained concerned.
NEGROPOLIS
Yes.
JACK
Even before Edie was taken.
NEGROPOLIS
Yes.
Jack considers him.
JACK
Interesting.
Negropolis folds his arms.
NEGROPOLIS
That isn't the word I'd use.
Jack almost smiles.
JACK
You rarely choose the best word.
Negropolis looks at Mercer.
NEGROPOLIS
He's been doing this.
Mercer nods.
MERCER
I noticed.
Jack looks between them.
JACK
How reassuring. An informal committee.
Mercer ignores the remark.
MERCER
Anthony contacted me again.
Jack's gaze returns to him.
JACK
Recently.
MERCER
Recently.
Jack knows exactly what that means.
JACK
After the wedding.
MERCER
Yes.
A pause.
JACK
After Edie disappeared.
MERCER
Yes.
Jack looks away.
His wedding ring catches the arena lighting.
His thumb passes over it once.
Only once.
Then the hand falls back to his side.
JACK
Edie is alive.
MERCER
I heard.
JACK
I saw her this week.
Mercer waits.
JACK
The Hunter's Enclave has placed her somewhere secure. Van Helsing believes Dracula cannot reach her there.
Jack's voice remains smooth.
Clinical.
JACK
There are… complications.
Mercer notices the hesitation.
MERCER
What kind?
Jack's eyes become slightly colder.
JACK
Private ones.
Mercer accepts the boundary.
MERCER
Fair enough.
Jack studies him.
JACK
She needs time.
His voice softens by perhaps half a degree.
JACK
She will have it.
Mercer nods.
MERCER
Good.
Jack's expression resets.
JACK
So now perhaps someone might explain why my former coach has travelled thousands of miles to observe me from Section 114.
Mercer looks at Negropolis.
MERCER
Because he asked me to.
Jack turns toward Negropolis again.
JACK
And now that he has arrived?
Negropolis hesitates.
Mercer answers instead.
MERCER
Now I look.
Jack's mouth curves slightly.
JACK
You always were fond of observation.
MERCER
You always gave me plenty to observe.
JACK
Apparently I still do.
Mercer takes a step forward.
The limp is obvious.
Jack's eyes drop toward the injured leg for an instant.
Mercer notices.
MERCER
Still works.
JACK
I know.
Jack meets his eyes again.
JACK
It simply moves differently.
Mercer pauses.
He understands the metaphor immediately.
MERCER
Interesting choice of words.
JACK
Accurate ones.
Mercer studies Jack for several seconds.
MERCER
Anthony was afraid Mean Jack was coming back.
Jack waits.
MERCER
He was wrong.
Negropolis looks toward Mercer.
Jack's expression remains unreadable.
JACK
I agree.
MERCER
I've seen Mean Jack.
Jack says nothing.
MERCER
I've had him screaming in my face.
Nothing.
MERCER
I've pulled him off people.
Jack's jaw moves once.
MERCER
I've watched you go somewhere you couldn't always find your way back from.
Still nothing.
Then:
JACK
You survived.
Mercer looks directly into his eyes.
MERCER
So did you.
A beat.
MERCER
Most of the time.
Jack takes that without reaction.
Mercer continues.
MERCER
Mean Jack wanted everybody to see the anger.
JACK
Anger can be useful.
MERCER
Sure.
JACK
Undisciplined anger is wasteful.
Mercer slowly nods.
MERCER
There it is.
Jack tilts his head.
JACK
There what is?
MERCER
The thing Anthony couldn't explain to me.
Negropolis watches carefully.
Mercer moves closer.
MERCER
You aren't trying to control your anger.
A beat.
MERCER
You've given it a job.
Jack's eyes sharpen.
That one reaches him.
But he recovers almost instantly.
JACK
Is that supposed to concern me?
MERCER
No.
Mercer pauses.
MERCER
It concerns me.
Jack regards him coolly.
JACK
You once spent several years attempting to teach me precisely that lesson.
MERCER
Which lesson?
JACK
Purpose.
Mercer says nothing.
Jack continues.
JACK
Every movement has meaning.
JACK
Every hold exists for a reason.
JACK
Every action advances the story.
Now Mercer hears his own coaching philosophy being reflected back at him.
Jack takes another deliberate step forward.
JACK
You've always said chaos without purpose is merely incompetence.
MERCER
I was talking about wrestling.
JACK
Were you?
A pause.
For perhaps the first time, Mercer looks genuinely uncomfortable.
Jack sees it.
JACK
When I was nineteen, you told me I was too nice.
Mercer's expression tightens.
JACK
You said nobody would believe me.
MERCER
I remember.
JACK
“Be mean.”
A pause.
JACK
“Be scary.”
Mercer nods.
MERCER
I said it.
JACK
And I listened.
MERCER
Too well.
Jack's eyes remain fixed on him.
JACK
Perhaps.
Mercer waits.
Jack does not accuse him.
That somehow makes the exchange heavier.
JACK
You gave me professional advice.
MERCER
Yes.
JACK
You weren't responsible for what was already inside me.
Mercer looks surprised.
Jack continues.
JACK
I've had sufficient time to consider that question.
Mercer studies him.
MERCER
And that's your conclusion?
JACK
Yes.
Mercer exhales quietly.
Some old burden shifts.
Not gone.
But acknowledged.
MERCER
You don't blame me.
JACK
Would blaming you accomplish anything?
Mercer gives a small shake of his head.
MERCER
No.
JACK
Then no.
There is Mr. Mason again.
Everything reduced to utility.
Mercer looks troubled by it.
MERCER
Jack—
JACK
However.
Mercer stops.
Jack's voice remains low.
JACK
You did teach me one thing exceptionally well.
MERCER
What's that?
JACK
Make them believe.
Silence.
Mercer's own words hanging between them.
Jack's faint smile returns.
JACK
You were very good at that lesson.
Mercer stares at him.
MERCER
And you became better.
JACK
Yes.
No false modesty.
No joke.
Simply fact.
Negropolis watches both men.
MERCER
That's part of the problem.
JACK
For whom?
MERCER
Everyone trying to figure out whether they're talking to Jack Mason or something he's performing.
Jack's expression doesn't move.
JACK
Perhaps those people should stop trying.
Mercer shakes his head.
MERCER
No.
Jack's gaze cools.
Mercer steps directly in front of him.
MERCER
That's where you and I are going to disagree.
Jack waits.
MERCER
Mean Jack.
A pause.
MERCER
Madman Mason.
Another.
MERCER
And now apparently—
He glances toward Negropolis.
MERCER
—Mr. Mason.
Jack speaks quietly.
JACK
A name others have found useful.
MERCER
Fine.
Jack raises an eyebrow.
JACK
Fine?
MERCER
I've been around wrestlers my entire life.
Mercer points toward Jack.
MERCER
They give names to things they don't know how to talk about.
Jack's eyes harden slightly.
MERCER
They put on masks.
Negropolis shifts almost imperceptibly.
MERCER
They change their voices.
MERCER
They change their clothes.
MERCER
They convince themselves the person in the ring is somebody else.
Jack remains perfectly still.
Mercer lowers his hand.
MERCER
I don't care.
A beat.
MERCER
You're Jack.
The temperature of the conversation seems to drop.
Jack answers softly.
JACK
That is a remarkably simplistic conclusion.
MERCER
Usually the right ones are.
Jack's faint smile disappears.
JACK
You do understand that there are people who would disagree with you.
MERCER
I'm sure.
JACK
Doctors.
MERCER
Probably.
JACK
People who have seen things you haven't.
MERCER
Definitely.
Jack studies him.
JACK
And yet you remain confident.
MERCER
About this?
Mercer taps Jack once in the chest.
Not aggressively.
Familiar.
MERCER
Yeah.
Jack looks down at the hand.
Then back up.
Anyone else might have regretted touching him.
Mercer doesn't.
MERCER
Whatever name you put on it—
MERCER
whatever suit you wear—
MERCER
whatever part of yourself you decide is driving today—
Mercer meets his eyes.
MERCER
you don't get to stop being responsible for the man underneath.
Silence.
Jack's response takes several seconds.
JACK
I have never attempted to avoid responsibility.
MERCER
Good.
JACK
Quite the opposite.
Mercer studies him.
JACK
Responsibility is why Edie is alive.
JACK
Responsibility is why Daculescu will eventually answer for what he has done.
JACK
Responsibility is why the Master of the Night will discover that abducting my wife was an extraordinarily expensive decision.
Nothing in Jack's voice rises.
Each statement sounds like an entry being added to a ledger.
Mercer finally understands why Negropolis was frightened.
MERCER
There you are.
Jack looks at him.
JACK
Where?
MERCER
That's what worries me.
A beat.
MERCER
You know exactly what you're doing.
Jack gives the smallest nod.
JACK
Yes.
MERCER
Mean Jack didn't.
JACK
Correct.
MERCER
Madman Mason didn't always.
JACK
Also correct.
Mercer looks deeply into his eyes.
MERCER
But you do.
Jack's answer is almost serene.
JACK
Completely.
Long silence.
Negropolis finally breaks it.
NEGROPOLIS
Coach?
Mercer looks toward him.
NEGROPOLIS
Now do you understand why I called?
Mercer looks back at Jack.
MERCER
Yeah.
Jack folds his hands behind his back.
JACK
How comforting.
Mercer almost smiles.
MERCER
Didn't say I thought you were crazy.
JACK
A refreshingly low standard.
MERCER
I think you're hurt.
Jack's expression changes.
Barely.
JACK
I have been hurt before.
MERCER
Not like this.
Jack says nothing.
Mercer continues.
MERCER
You lost your wife on your wedding day.
Jack's wedding-ring hand curls slightly.
MERCER
You thought you might never see her again.
Nothing.
MERCER
And instead of breaking—
Mercer looks him over.
MERCER
—you organized.
Jack's eyes are almost black now.
JACK
It worked.
Mercer doesn't deny it.
MERCER
Yeah.
A beat.
MERCER
It did.
Jack's expression softens by a fraction.
Mercer continues.
MERCER
Doesn't mean it isn't costing you something.
Jack looks away.
That is the first question tonight he doesn't immediately answer.
Several seconds pass.
Then:
JACK
Perhaps.
Negropolis glances toward him.
Mercer doesn't push.
That one word is enough.
Mercer looks around the empty arena.
MERCER
So.
Jack looks back.
MERCER
What happens tomorrow?
Jack seems almost amused.
JACK
Tomorrow?
Mercer nods toward the ring.
MERCER
You embarrassed yourself tonight.
Jack's eyes narrow.
JACK
Daculescu—
MERCER
Cheated.
Mercer nods.
MERCER
We've established that.
JACK
Then—
MERCER
You still spent eleven looks worrying about an old man in the stands.
Jack becomes silent.
MERCER
Tomorrow morning.
JACK
What about it?
Mercer reaches into his jacket.
He removes a folded slip of paper.
Hands it to Jack.
Jack opens it.
A hotel address.
JACK
Your hotel.
MERCER
Seven o'clock.
Jack looks up.
JACK
For what purpose?
MERCER
Training.
For the first time all evening, genuine disbelief reaches Jack's face.
Small.
But real.
JACK
Training.
MERCER
Apparently you need it.
Negropolis turns away.
His shoulders move.
Jack looks toward him.
JACK
Are you laughing?
NEGROPOLIS
No.
JACK
Anthony.
NEGROPOLIS
Absolutely not.
Mercer begins walking toward the exit.
His limp accompanies every step.
Jack watches him.
JACK
Coach.
Mercer stops.
Jack considers his next words carefully.
When he speaks, the polished Mr. Mason cadence remains.
But something quieter exists underneath it.
JACK
I am pleased you're alive.
Mercer looks back.
That is probably as close to “It's good to see you” as this version of Jack can currently manage.
Mercer understands.
MERCER
You too, Jack.
Jack nods once.
Mercer begins walking again.
Then stops.
Without turning:
MERCER
And Jack?
JACK
Yes?
MERCER
Seven means seven.
Jack's faint smile returns.
JACK
I remember.
Mercer continues away.
Jack and Negropolis remain behind.
Silence.
Finally:
JACK
You summoned my retired wrestling coach to the North Pole without consulting me.
NEGROPOLIS
Yes.
JACK
Because you were concerned for my psychological stability.
NEGROPOLIS
Yes.
Jack turns toward him.
Negropolis prepares himself.
Jack simply straightens the lapel of his coat.
JACK
A reasonable precaution.
Negropolis stares at him.
NEGROPOLIS
That's it?
JACK
Did you expect retaliation?
Negropolis pauses.
NEGROPOLIS
A little.
Jack gives him the faintest smile.
JACK
Anthony.
Negropolis immediately points toward him.
NEGROPOLIS
Don't start.
Jack walks toward the corridor.
JACK
Seven o'clock.
Negropolis follows.
NEGROPOLIS
You're actually going?
Jack doesn't look back.
JACK
Of course.
NEGROPOLIS
Why?
Jack stops.
He looks toward the empty ring one final time.
Then toward the entrance where Mercer disappeared.
JACK
Because he was correct.
Negropolis waits.
Jack calmly adjusts his cuff.
JACK
I looked eleven times.
He resumes walking.
Negropolis watches him for a moment before following.
FADE OUT.
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