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A dimly lit arena, the air thick with tension as the lights flicker in an eerie rhythm. The camera pans to the titantron, where a flickering image of The Sphinx appears. His grin stretches across the screen, one that is unsettling and manic, like a predator ready to pounce. The lights around the arena go dark, and a solitary spotlight shines on him in the ring, his silhouette a chaotic mess of shadows. The crowd is buzzing with unease, sensing something unpredictable is coming.

‘The Sphinx’ Drake Nygma: His voice low, dripping with madness Ahhh... Laughter bubbles up, soft at first, then escalating into a full-blown maniacal cackle... They think they know chaos, but I, my dear sweet friends, am its symphony.

The Sphinx twirls a small object in his hand, a puzzle piece perhaps, his eyes glinting wildly as he takes a step forward, shaking his head as if coming out of a trance.

‘The Sphinx’ Drake Nygma:Let me tell you something about THE AWS ROSTER. Oh, how delightfully... predictable. You all think you know what’s coming, don’t you? You don’t. You’ve heard the whispers, the rumors. You’ve seen the carnage I've left in my wake... but trust me, you’ve seen nothing yet. Nothing!

He chuckles, tilting his head like a bird of prey eyeing its next meal.

‘The Sphinx’ Drake Nygma: :Daron Smythe... Daron, Daron, Daron. So confident in your bland, vanilla perfection. You think your “perfect” little matches make you something special? But here's the thing, Smythe, you're as exciting as stale bread in a world that's starving for spice! You're so predictable, it makes me want to yawn. Dull... so dull that my mind is screaming, begging for something to... snap... to break in this bland little universe of yours. But you’re safe. For now.

The Sphinx claps slowly, sarcastically, as if applauding the nothingness of Daron Smythe’s existence.

‘The Sphinx’ Drake Nygma:And then there’s Jamal Payne. Ohhhh, Jamal, you loudmouth. You think you're the king of the ring, don’t you? You run your mouth like a broken record, spewing your bravado into the air, and yet you... you can’t even back it up when the lights shine brightest. I’ve seen better performances from a puppet... and you, Payne, are the stringless marionette. You make noise, but no one listens. Oh wait, maybe it’s because I don't care what you have to say! I make the chaos, and you... you just survive it.

The Sphinx gives an exaggerated sigh, as if he's bored, his eyes flashing with manic intensity.

‘The Sphinx’ Drake Nygma :Ah, Xander Croft... Mr. "I’ll fight anyone, anywhere, anytime." You’ve got a reputation, don’t you? Everyone talks about you like you’re some kind of untouchable god. But here's the kicker, Croft... I’m going to knock that smirk off your face and leave you scrambling for answers you won’t find. You thought you were prepared for The Sphinx, huh? Well, I'm not chaos... I'm a living example of chaos. And I don’t care how many belts you’ve got around your waist—when it’s all over, I’ll be the one you’ll remember.

The Sphinx's smile turns almost feral as he speaks, his words cutting like knives through the air.

‘The Sphinx’ Drake Nygma:Ah, and Ethan Murphy... the golden boy. You think you’ve got everything figured out. You think you're invincible with your pretty little packages of skill and charm. But I see through your facade, Murphy. I see the cracks in your perfect armor, the doubt that eats at you like termites on wood. You’re a walking, talking disaster waiting to happen. And guess what? I'm the match that’ll light the fire, and you'll be left watching as it all crumbles. I’ll make sure of that.

The Sphinx steps forward, his face twisting with an insane gleam. He raises his hands, as if summoning something dark, before lowering them in a dramatic pause.

‘The Sphinx’ Drake Nygma :Mark my words, AWS, mark them well. This place isn’t safe. I am the storm, and the storm doesn't ask for permission. And when it hits, everyone... Everyone will know what true chaos feels like.

He lets out a deranged laugh, loud and jarring, like the crackling of a thousand storms colliding at once.

‘The Sphinx’ Drake Nygma :Daron, Jamal, Xander, Ethan... you think you’re ready? Think again. I’m not here to entertain. I’m not here to play nice. I’m here to ruin everything. And when it’s all over, when the lights burn out and the dust settles, you’ll remember me as the one who taught you that chaos has no rules... only consequences.

The Sphinx drops the mic with a clank that echoes through the arena, and as he steps back into the shadows, the crowd is left stunned in silence, their unease palpable.

The Sphinx's voice echoes, fading into the dark: The game’s just begun...


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