The camera finds Michael Graves—known on the 24/7 board as Gravy—deep in the bowels of the arena. Steam rolls off exposed pipes. The floor is slick with condensation. This is not a place meant for champions.

Graves is dragging Clutch by the feet, Clutch completely limp, boots scraping across concrete as if he’s been unplugged.

Graves steps forward—

His footing gives way.

His head collides with a thick broiler pipe, the impact echoing through the corridor. His body stumbles backward, uncontrolled—

—and CRASHES straight onto Jenny Myst.

Jenny Two Belts (WGWF X-Division Champion and XWF X-Treme Champion, yes the ONLY RECOGNIZED X-TREME CHAMPION, cry about it)—is stretched out on a folding chair in the broiler room, mid-nap. Sunglasses half on. One arm draped over her midsection. A champion catching five minutes wherever she can.

The chair folds instantly.

Metal shrieks.

Jenny’s head snaps up as Graves lands across her.

A referee comes sprinting into frame from nowhere, dropping to his knees with the urgency of someone who understands the implications.

ONE!

Jenny’s eyes go wide in disbelief.

TWO!!

Commentary (off-screen, panicked):

The ref’s hand hovers—

Jenny VIOLENTLY KICKS OUT, launching Graves off her and rolling to her side as steam hisses overhead.

Jenny sits up slowly, fury replacing sleep, hair wild, sunglasses gone. She clutches both championships to her chest and stares at the referee like she might commit a felony.

She gets to her feet, steadying herself against the pipe.

She looks down at Graves, still down, still motionless.

She backs away, belts tight against her ribs.

The referee checks Graves. Clutch hasn’t moved.

Jenny disappears down the corridor, still barking over her shoulder.

Lower-third graphic slams onto the screen:

Steam fills the frame.

Fade out.