The scene opens with William sitting slouched on his couch, half‑lost in the glow of his phone screen. A sharp ding breaks the quiet. He glances down.

ON PHONE: New reply from Tobias Clarke HWA.

William exhales through his nose, not surprised, but definitely annoyed. He taps the notification.

The PHONE SCREEN: Tobias’s latest promo, long, heated, and full of the usual theatrics.

William mutters to himself, Here we go again.

He reaches for the remote and flicks on the TV. The screen lights up with Tobias Clarke mid‑rant on HWA, pacing in front of a cluttered backdrop, voice rising with every sentence.

Tobias points at the camera, shouting about hillbilly, inbred, incest, and zero chance to win a championship. Or beat being able to beat him.

(Dragon): Tobias, you strut around like a man who thinks he’s already carved his name into the history books, but all you’ve really done is scribble in the margins and hope nobody notices the ink running.

You want brutal? Fine. Let’s peel the paint off this façade you call greatness.

You talk about standing alone like it’s a badge of honor. It’s not. It’s a confession. It’s what a man says when nobody wants to stand beside him. You’re not a lone warrior you’re a walking cautionary tale. A monument to overhyped mediocrity. A man so desperate to be seen as a giant that you scream it into the void, praying someone echoes it back.

You call everyone else unworthy?
Tobias, you couldn’t carry the weight of this federation on your shoulders if someone duct‑taped it to you. You’re the kind of guy who thinks climbing a ladder makes him tall. Meanwhile, I’m the one ripping the ladder out from under you and watching you hit the mat like a sack of wet cement.

William walks over to the bar and begins to pour himself a drink.

You want to spit names? But the funny thing is those names have probably beat you like the fact that I've already beat you!

And then there’s me.
The man you keep pretending you don’t fear. The man who doesn’t need to call himself perfection because I let the wreckage behind me do the talking.

You think you’re rising?
No. You’re circling. Like a fly.
Around the spotlight you’ll never touch.

I'm the man you should be afraid of. The man who doesn’t need to call himself a giant because giants don’t announce themselves. They cast shadows.

William swirls his drink around the ice, decides that this weak drink so he adds double shot of whiskey. He slams it back and stares into the camera.

And when you finally step in the ring with me, Tobias, I’m not just beating you. I’m not just shutting you up. I’m ending the myth you built around yourself. I’m tearing down the cardboard kingdom you’ve been hiding in and showing the world exactly what you are

A man who mistook his own reflection for a legacy.

You wanted venom.
You wanted brutality.
You wanted a dragon to breathe fire your way.

Congratulations.
Now burn.

scene cuts to black.