The tron is blank. A black void. Two men combat center ring, somewhere in the middle of a house show card laden with no names and used-to-be's. Suddenly, the rafters fill with crimson pyro, shaking the roof. The lights dim and blood red liquid pours down upon the two also-rans, as they slip and slide onto their backs. Static slices through the X-Tron, as the fans build with excitement. The static is then replaced with the image of a black heart before a red backdrop... blood drips from the heart, as a young girl's voice rings out from the speakers.
Girl: Do not be alarmed... it is only the end approaching. You see those lights heading your way? They are not the gates of heaven opening, but instead? The oncoming of a mac truck, ready to steamroll you into oblivion. You latch onto your only shred of comfort, but you shouldn't be spending so much time worrying, draped in fear... No. For you see, the time for fear has come and gone. No more. Don't run and hide. Don't scurry from the shadows in the dark. Don't be afraid.
Be prepared. See you on the other side, my darlings.
Afterward, the red liquid flows down the tron, cascading over the heart, before the lights are cut out... when they return, the two j0bbers are piled one atop the other, their hearts cut out through a gaping hole in their chests, blood splattered upon the canvas. Their last breaths have escaped them... and the tron is left with two words speaking loud and clear;
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