Roger Evans is being helped to the tunnel, while Luisa Festa is carried out on a stretcher, still showered with applause and praise from the Apians.
A.B.: I expected to call some wars tonight, but not like this. Truly hats off to both combatants.
Shamoon: I still don't get why he did that. He could have won that any number of ways.
Dominga: He kicked a chair in her face, and she kicked out. They're both crazy and stupid, but... they belong here.
A.B.: That they do. Now-
The floodlights in the stadium go.
Shamoon: The heck is this?
Dominga: Damn Samoan power outages. Doesn't this place have generators?
The Jumbotron shows the dark, frost-covered room. He Who Wields Thunder, El Demonio de la Heladas, is standing, the Thunderweight Championship on his shoulder. A monitor next to him is playing a clip from last week's Fight Pit, Danys Vités' heartfelt promo.
Heladas watches for a moment, then lets out a short, dry, mirthless laugh. The sound is jarring and cold. He snaps his head toward the camera, his eyes burning with contempt.
El Demonio de las Heladas: Save me? (He laughs again). Hablas de salvar a un hombre que no conoces, de honrar a un héroe que murió hace mucho. Sigues siendo ese niño pequeño, Vités. Mirando fijamente una pantalla, aferrándote a fantasías, adorando ídolos porque no tienes fuerza propia.
He takes a step closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a low, menacing growl.
El Demonio de las Heladas: That hero you worship... Zero, I killed him myself. Eliminé su debilidad para forjar esta fuerza a partir de la cruda realidad. No puedes salvarme. Ni siquiera puedes salvarte a ti mismo.
He steps back from the camera, looking down at it smugly.
El Demonio de las Heladas: So if you want to be a hero, Danys Vités... then my next victim's blood... will be on your hands.
The screen cuts to black. The lights return.
A.B.: This is not good. This is not good at all. Well, at least I know he's not coming after me again.
Shamoon: Uh, you guys notice how ever since Heladas won the Thunderweight belt at Ascension, all he ever does is sit in dark rooms and... talk?
Dominga (wide-eyed): Shamoon, stop. Please.
Shamoon: I don't mean anything by sayying that. I'm just worried that the Fight Pit is going to take the Thunderweight title from us. Vités came really, really close in their last match.
A.B.: A very reasonable concern that we don't have time to stew on. It's time for our next match. Zadie Chen, Jessie Moore, NEXT!
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