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The Puppet Show -Battle Royal - Mystica - 06-21-2013 The camera opens to a shoddily made-up puppet show stage, adorned with velvet curtains and a strange off-blue backdrop. From the curtain above fall several marionettes, all made up to look like the entrants in the Battle Royal. Off-camera, Mystica can be heard laughing heartily. "Oh, I do love a good show! Amazing how well Hyphema made these things, being blind and whatnot." The puppets, all standing, begin to ram into each other, their strings becoming entangled in the process. It is a heaping mess of shoddy puppets, strings, and miscellaneous body parts that have fallen off the glued-together marionettes. Mystica giggles again. "Oh, my! Seems Rock "The Cock" Johnson and Hunter Payne have gotten into a tussle! Oh, and Chris Legend's all tangled up with the bearded liar Eli James! Goodness, how gruesome!" There comes a sudden rush of red paint from the top curtain, soaking the puppets. The red dribbles down their marble eyes as their strings become ever more entwined. "Oh, it's a bloodbath! Really, Jonas, yer mopping this mess up after! Don't want the ground all red and shite!" "Yes, sir." "But really, what is there to do with all these pathetic little puppets? They're all tangled and confused. Shouldn't we set them free?" As the puppets continue to dance around each other, becoming more engrossed in their almost ritualistic battle, a dense fog of light blue smoke rises from the bottom of the stage, creating a blanket of corporeal mist beneath the puppets. A single ghastly pale hand emerges from the side of the stage curtain with a pair of scissors. One by one, the hand cuts the strings of the marionettes, and they tumble down into the fog. Down goes John Black. Eli James IV falls in, never to be seen again, followed by Hunter Payne, Matt Lennox, and the rest. Mystica gives a scoff and suddenly tosses the stage aside, revealing himself and his assistant Jonas standing inside Mogadishu Stadium. "Master, I thought you said I didn't have to come." "Quiet, you. Can't you see the show is over? Ah, but the real show is about to begin. But it's really quite similar, Jonas." "How so, sir?" "See, all these brutes that are going to step in the ring with us to do bloody battle...they're all puppets. Puppets of a larger design. The Ancient One sleeps beneath the sea, locked in the air around us. They are all the puppets, dancing for the affection of an audience. And I, my dear boy...I am going to cut their strings. One by one. They'll all fall into the Myst...down...down into a deep slumber, come face to face with the one beyond the veil, and never return. We will guide them home into the loving arms of the Myst. Remain invisible, for he always watches." The camera quickly zooms in on Mystica's bright blue eyes. "I am always watching."