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Wicke Sykes enters the frame. Her expression one of clinical detachment and quiet pride. She stops a few feet from the pod, looking directly into the camera with a piercing gaze.
"Greetings, LAW management... and the unfortunate souls who believe they know the current landscape of this promotion. I apologize for my absence from the arena. As many of you know, my interests are divided between the ring and the laboratory. Currently, I am occupied with a venture far more demanding than a simple match. I am overseeing the final stages of Project: Dragon."
Wicke turns slightly, gesturing with a gloved hand toward the humming pod. The camera zooms in slightly on the amber glow.
"In this industry, people obsess over 'lineage.' They fixate over the legacies of the greats. I will be the first to admit: I do not possess a sprawling family tree of wrestling royalty nor an inherited desire"
A small, predatory smile curls on her lips as she steps closer to the glass, placing a hand on the cold surface.
"But as a scientist, I know that legacies aren't just inherited, they are engineered. You might have already witnessed her once or twice. For months, I have taken a raw, fractured specimen. Someone discarded with nothing left but a desperate hunger and I have stripped her down to the molecular level. I have broken her, rebuilt her and tempered her in the fires of the Shadow Fortress. I have refined her instincts and calibrated her violence."
With a click, the pulsing light in the pod turned from amber to a fierce, burning red. The sound of humming machinery grew louder.
"The trials were rigorous. The failures were many. But the result... the result is a masterpiece of systemic resilience. At Fight the Law, she will ascend once more. I will show you that they have not returned, they have evolved into something that cannot be contained."
Wicke steps back from the pod, her voice dropping to a cooler, commanding tone.
"I suggest you prepare your rosters. I suggest you brace your rings. Because when the seal on this pod breaks, LAW will realize that they started a new blaze. I hope you're ready."
Wicke turns on her heel and walks out of the frame, her footsteps echoing in the sterile silence. She doesn't look back.
The camera remains. It lingers on the pod and it's red light a bit longer. The screen cuts to black with the Fight the Law logo flashing in a burst of crimson.