Focused dead center of the ring.

In the light:

AURORA.

She’s no longer standing.

She’s on her knees, slouched forward, fingers trembling against the mat. Her head twitches in small, erratic movements—like she’s tracking something we can’t see.

Her lips move. No mic. No sound. Just fragments of language.

A prayer? A scream? A word repeated?

CUT TO CLOSE-UP.

Her eyes are wide open but unfocused. Tears well but don’t fall. Her breathing is too fast.

Her chest heaves, but she makes no effort to escape the spotlight. She is caught—not physically, but spiritually.

JC: We’ve got to get her some help out here! I don't know what happened! Emilia Glazkov of the Black Rainbow just sprayed some type of... I don't know... poison in Aurora's face!

BG: She needs immediate medical attention.

JC: Damn the Black Rainbow!

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