Spoil Sport

[Ameronth]

*The camera fades in on a darkly lit room, illuminated by a dim ceiling light and bright computer screen. A large figure walks in from off-screen, wearing a silver and black mask.*

SPOILER: “Richard Pennyworth. You’re done playing, huh? Well, I’m just starting to have fun, hm hm. I spoiled your company, I spoiled your reputation. I spoiled your title shots. Last Assault, I spoiled your victory. It’s what I do, and I love doing it. And you, with your confident demeanor and self-assurance, you are the perfect target. Men like you are entertaining to watch crack and crumble as everything they worked for falls apart around them. The confusion really gets to you, doesn’t it? You struggle to fix everything and it all breaks just the same. You sink into uncertainty and down and down, into despair. And that, well, that just makes my day.

“So, what’s next? A man like you, being married to your career and your sport, you don’t have a family for me to split up. So, I’m going to spoil something else you love. I challenge you to submission match at PWA: Black. You and me. The Iron Claw versus your fabled Money Clip. Just think of it: when I win, and I will win, your favorite submission hold will be proven both ineffective and inferior, and that too, will be spoiled for you. Go on, walk right into my trap, eyes wide open. Accept my challenge. Make my day.”

*The camera fades out.*

[Pennyworth]

Pennyworth is seen sitting at his desk. He has obviously made an effort to appear as normal (for him) as he can, and his suit is pressed and the desk is neat.

PENNYWORTH: Spoiler. I'll make this simple. I accept your challenge. And when I defeat you, I will remove your mask and finally get to the truth of the matter. You can't hide from me any longer.

The shot cuts to black.