The end of your story Team AWS
The arena lights dim. Six silhouettes emerge through the smoke. They don't rush. They don't pose. They simply walk with purpose. ONE steps forward as the others stand behind him.
ONE:
Champions Carnival.
WarGames.
Two teams walk into that cage...
Only one walks out knowing they own this company.
He slowly looks into the camera.
Team AWS.
You've convinced yourselves this is your moment.
You've convinced yourselves that six different stories somehow become one unstoppable force.
They don't.
They become six different ways to lose.
TWO cracks his neck before stepping up.
TWO:
Vin Halsted...
You know what your problem is?
You're like every kid who ever laced up a pair of boots.
You dream.
You dream about holding that top championship over your head.
You dream about standing in the middle of the ring while everybody chants your name.
You dream about becoming the face of AWS.
Dreams are cute.
WarGames kills dreams.
When that cage door locks, nobody cares about your destiny. Nobody cares about your future. Nobody cares how badly you want that gold.
We'll leave your championship aspirations bleeding across that canvas.
THREE smirks.
THREE:
Then we've got the new boys.
Colt Blackstone.
Cowboy Boone Carter.
Fresh faces.
Fresh confidence.
Fresh egos.
You think because you've got momentum, because people are talking about you, because you've got that "new blood" shine...
...that somehow you're ready for us?
This isn't orientation.
This isn't your proving ground.
This is where hype dies.
Welcome to the deep end.
Hope you boys know how to swim.
FOUR laughs before looking straight into the lens.
FOUR:
And Astra Mortis...
The loudmouth.
The bitch who thinks attitude wins fights.
Keep talking.
Keep screaming.
Keep pretending you're the nightmare everyone should fear.
Inside WarGames, all that noise becomes silence.
Because every insult...
Every threat...
Every ounce of arrogance...
Gets answered with steel.
FIVE steps forward, his expression cold.
FIVE:
Mike Dimter...
You're dangerous.
We know it.
We're not overlooking you.
That's what makes this even worse.
Because even at your best...
You still walked onto the wrong battlefield.
You brought heart.
We brought strategy.
You brought violence.
We perfected it.
Finally, SIX steps into the center.
SIX:
And TJ Alexander...
The man who calls himself the ultimate underdog.
You wear that label like it's a badge of honor.
You tell everyone your time is coming.
That one day...
You'll finally become the top dog in AWS.
But here's the truth.
Nobody has sabotaged your dream more than you.
Every time opportunity knocks...
You hesitate.
Every time the spotlight finds you...
You stumble.
Every time you're one step away from greatness...
You find a way to pull yourself backwards.
You don't need enemies.
You are your own worst obstacle.
And in WarGames...
We're just going to make sure history repeats itself.
All six members of The Cohort stand shoulder to shoulder.
ONE:
Six people.
One purpose.
TWO:
No weak links.
THREE:
No fear.
FOUR:
No mercy.
FIVE:
No survivors.
SIX:
Team AWS...
You aren't walking into WarGames with six heroes.
You're walking in with six victims.
The six members slowly raise their fists as the camera closes in.
THE COHORT (in unison):
Welcome...
...to the end of your story.
The screen fades to black.