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*** Fade in: a black screen ***

VOICE: "It's been too long."

*** Flashes of lightning barely reveal the silhouette of a wrestler standing on a sound stage, arms tensed, head bowed. A voiceover plays from a ring announcer from years gone by.***

ANNOUNCER: "Frooooom Whistler, British Columbia, Canada!-"

*** More flashes reveal a monitor showing wrestling, the clips cut too fast to recognise, all one can see is a silver and black blur, accompanied by the rumblings of thunder. A dull murmur from the crowd. ***

VOICE: "They say I never made it in the big show. They say no one will remember."

ANNOUNCER: "Weighing in at twooooooooooooo-hundred, nineteen pounds!-"

*** More flashes. A figure walking down the ramp of an empty stadium. A kendo stick being dragged against a guard rail, the sound obscured by the rumbling of thunder. ***

VOICE: "I guess it's time to remind them."

*** More flashes to fast scrolling clips. ***

COMMENTATOR: "....the athleticism and technical brilliance of the young superstar!- .....unmatched speed and reflexes, you don't want to get into a counter battle with-"

ANNOUNCER: "He is Lightniiiiing in a Bottle!-"

VOICE: "Actions speak louder than words."

*** The flash of lightning, the roar of thunder, the reply from the stands. ***

COMMENTATOR: "....not just going after the leg, he'll exploit any weakness- ....pushing that cruiserweight weight limit, the sheer power and physicality!"

VOICE: "Your strategy? I already have The Answer."

ANNOUNCER: "He is The Paaaaaaacemaker!"

*** The rumble of thunder grows into a crescendo along with the roar of the crowd. ***

ANNOUNCER: "Heeeeee iiiiisssssss Theeeeeee FUUUUUTURE!"

VOICE: "So then only one question remains."

ANNOUNDER: "HEEEEEEEE IIIIIIIIIIIIIS-"

VOICE: "Prestige Wrestling Association,"

COMMENTATOR: "He's got the leg!!!"

*** One last flash of lightning, bright enough to obscure everything, followed by darkness once more. ***

VOICE: "Fact? ...or..."

*** The clap of thunder arrives and seems to knock the camera askew, cutting to static for a few seconds. ***

*** Scene fades. ***

***Akira Wyld is taping his gloves in the wrestlers’ locker room. A television on a nearby table plays the mysterious promo on the screen. Wyld stops taping and devotes his full attention to the screen. As the promo ends, Wyld sits back on the bench and smiles slightly with recognition.***

WYLD: “Well... I’ll be damned.”

***End scene.***