We found ourselves in a dark room, lit by candles. A chilly wind kills the flames, and a pair of glowing blue eyes provides the illumination. Just enough to reveal the Thunderweight Championship on the and the cross-legged silhouette of the man who holds it, El Demonio de las Heladas.
Heladas: Trueno. ¿Un ruido o una advertencia? ¿De peligro? ¿De furia? ¿De poder?
He gets up to one knee as the room grows colder and the camera frosts: Ya he manejado las fuerzas de la naturaleza para convertirme en algo más que hombre; para convertirme en el Demonio de las Heladas. (Reaches forward to put a hand on the belt) With this, I have become a god! (Leans forward, finally revealing his painted face) Soon, I will demand sacrifices... (narrows eyes) Thunderweights...
The camera completely freezes over to the point of shutting down. We cut back to the arena, where the commentators all sit in awe.
Shamoon: I could feel the chill from here.
A.B.: Hard to believe, but that man was once a hero to millions.
Dominga (nods): El Héroe conocido como Zero. Yeah, I was sad when he lost his mask, too. My whole family was, but he's clearly found himself, and he found gold last night when he became the first-ever Thunderweight Champion. Not to mention he's married to royalty. I see that as an absolute win.
A.B.: And he's clearly lost his soul in the process.
Dominga: Not your place to judge, Alf.
A.B.: Well, be that as it may, the first person on either the Madhouse or the Fight Pit who challenges him for that title is in for the fight of their lives.
Shamoon: Wait, what was that he said about sacrifices?
A.B.: Let's hope we don't find out.
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