And then there were four...

[Quillz]

***The scene opens in a hazy bar in the bad part of town. Under flickering neon signs and dim, gently swaying yellow incandescent bulbs, the bar’s few seedy patrons play cards, argue, or brood silently as a lonely country tune plays on a beat up jukebox in the corner.***

***Leaning against the bar, swirling a half-full shot glass is Nemesis Rex. He has a deep, contemplative look on his lines face as he stares over the bar at the mirrored wall. He appears to be studying his reflection.***

***A small TV is suspended from the ceiling of the bar. On it, a regional sports station is playing highlights of the most recent round of the PWA King of Deathmatch tournament. Nemesis Rex listens but does not look up, as the excited announcer replays highlights of the end of the match between Rex and Holiday. Gary Bloomfield’s voice can be heard echoing through the television’s tinny speaker.***

BLOOMFIELD: “Unkindest Cut! Right in the middle of the ring!”

***Rex smiles slightly and closes his eyes.***

BLOOMFIELD: “1... 2... 3!!”

***The image on the screen changes to a graphic advertising this week’s PWA Assault. An image of Nemesis Rex facing off against Spoiler III flashes across the screen. Nemesis Rex throws back the remains of his glass and turns the cup over on the countertop.***

REX: “Once more into the abyss.”

***Rex slowly stands and drops a couple of folded dollar bills on the countertop. He cracks his neck and walks slowly out the exit.***