Battery, Indeed.

[TheFactor]

*** Scene opens in the Arena infirmary right after Battery. The Factor sits in a chair as a paramedic looks over him, shining a light into his eyes. The gash on his forehead is already closed up, but there's still some blood on his face, and plenty of blood and green mist residue staining his chest and tights. A PWA Junior Reporter makes his way over. ***

PARAMEDIC: "Okay, how many-"

FACTOR: "Three."

*** The paramedic looks annoyed. He hasn't held up any fingers yet, but his reaction implies it was a good guess. ***

FACTOR: "Okay, okay. I'll wait for you to hold up two fingers this time. Oh it's just one now. Classy. Wait hold on, I have to sign an autograph, apparently."

*** Factor turns to the reporter. ***

FACTOR: "Oh, hey. What's up?"

REPORTER: "Factor, you just survived an absolute deathmatch with the Divine Psycho, Nakamura Yamasaki! How do you feel right now?!"

FACTOR: "How do I... is that rhetorical? How does it look like I feel? He quite literally hit me with everything but the kitchen sink and god help us all if someone teaches him about the kitchen sink."

FACTOR: "Good job training this monstrosity there, Dinkle. By the way, Fact Check: name changes are surprisingly inexpensive. Just throwing that out there.."

*** The Factor shakes his head, then holds up a fist. ***

FACTOR: "Anyway, I survived tonight, so I guess Only One Question Remains:"

*** He extends fingers one at a time with each of the last four words, then smiles with blood on his teeth. ***

FACTOR: "Who's next? Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get closed up here."

*** Scene fades. ***