Engage

[The scene opens inside an old, worn-down boxing gym. The place looks like it hasn't seen a fresh coat of paint in decades. Heavy bags sway from the ceiling. The ropes of a small boxing ring are frayed. The sharp THUD… THUD… THUD of fists pounding a heavy bag echoes through the room.]

[The camera slowly moves toward the ring. Inside, JAXSON KAOS is sparring with an unidentified opponent. He's moving quickly, slipping punches and firing back with combinations.]

JAXSON KAOS:
One-two! One-two-three! Keep your hands up!

[Jaxson lands a hard body shot and backs away. His sparring partner comes forward again. Jaxson suddenly raises his hand.]

JAXSON:
TIME!

[The sparring partner stops. Jaxson pulls his gloves down and looks toward the entrance.]

[The AWS camera crew has just walked through the doors.]

JAXSON:
Oh, you guys.

[Jaxson grins, wiping sweat from his forehead.]

JAXSON:
I was wondering when AWS was gonna show up.

[He climbs through the ropes and walks toward the far side of the gym. Standing there are his brothers, JONATHAN KAOS and ADAM KAOS. The two are leaning against the ring apron, watching him approach. Jaxson joins them, resting his arms across the top rope.]

[Then ABBIE KAOS steps into frame. She looks directly into the camera.]

ABBIE KAOS:
So… AWS finally decided to send a camera crew to find us.

[She glances toward the ring, then back to her brothers.]

ABBIE:
Probably because they want to know what The K@0$ Family thinks about Monday Night Ward #368.

[Jonathan smirks. Adam cracks his knuckles. Jaxson climbs onto the apron beside them.]

ABBIE:
And I suppose they want to know what we think about our opponents.

[A beat.]

ABBIE:
The Abyssal Order.

[The name hangs in the air.]

ABBIE:
Yrsa Vinter. Sig Vinter. Lilith Nocturne.

[Abbie takes a step closer to the camera.]

ABBIE:
Three people who seem to think that because they call themselves an “Order,” they're somehow above everybody else.

[Jonathan chuckles.]

JONATHAN KAOS:
An order?

[He looks at Adam.]

JONATHAN:
We're more of a… disaster.

ADAM KAOS:
A family disaster.

JAXSON:
A family disaster with cardio.

[The brothers laugh. Abbie shakes her head with a smirk.]

ABBIE:
That's exactly the point.

[She gestures toward the ring.]

ABBIE:
They have their little philosophy. Their little hierarchy. Their little dark-and-mysterious act.

[Abbie points toward the canvas.]

ABBIE:
But in that ring? None of that matters.

JAXSON:
Nope.

[Jaxson looks into the camera.]

JAXSON:
What matters is whether Yrsa can take a punch.

[He looks toward Adam.]

JAXSON:
Whether Sig can take a beating.

[Then Jonathan.]

JAXSON:
And whether Lilith can survive when all hell breaks loose.

JONATHAN:
Because that's what happens when you step into the ring with us.

[Jonathan steps onto the apron, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with his brothers.]

JONATHAN:
You don't get a wrestling match.

ADAM:
You get Kaos.

[Jaxson raises a fist.]

JAXSON:
And trust me…

[He grins.]

JAXSON:
…I brought plenty.

[Abbie walks between her brothers and looks up at them.]

ABBIE:
And don't forget one very important detail.

[The brothers look down at her.]

ABBIE:
This isn't three against three.

[She turns toward the camera.]

ABBIE:
This is a family.

[A long pause.]

ABBIE:
And when The K@0$ Family walks into Monday Night Ward #368, The Abyssal Order is going to find out exactly what that means.

[Jonathan points toward the camera.]

JONATHAN:
Yrsa.

ADAM:
Sig.

JAXSON:
Lilith.

[Each name is delivered with increasing intensity.]

JONATHAN:
You wanted to test yourselves against us?

ADAM:
Congratulations.

JAXSON:
Test officially begins.

[Jaxson turns back toward his sparring partner.]

JAXSON:
Alright! Time's over!

[His opponent raises his gloves. Jaxson turns back toward the AWS camera one final time.]

JAXSON:
Tell The Abyssal Order…

[He flashes a wicked grin.]

JAXSON:
…we'll see them in the ring.

[Jaxson puts his gloves back up.]

JAXSON:
And somebody better have a mop ready.

[The brothers laugh as Jaxson charges back into the sparring session. Abbie watches with a satisfied smile while Jonathan and Adam remain on the apron.]

[CUT TO BLACK.]