The scene slowly crossfades back to the decrepit manor Darkspade acquired within the SHOOT Project world. What was once an opulent ballroom—where chandeliers glittered and aristocrats once waltzed—has been stripped of its former elegance. In its place stands a labyrinth of towering servers, their hollow hum vibrating through the cavernous chamber. Thick cables and exposed circuitry sprawl across the stained marble floor like mechanical veins, pulsing with cold, artificial life. The camera lowers and moves deliberately, tracing the circuitry as if following a sinister breadcrumb trail. Wires twist and converge, guiding the eye deeper into the heart of the room. The hum intensifies. Sparks flicker faintly in the shadows. We arrive to an old medical gurney. Darkspade lies upon it—motionless, pale beneath the dim industrial glow. An IV needle is embedded in his right arm, clear fluid dripping steadily into his veins. Strange electrodes are fastened to his chest, thin wires snaking outward to the surrounding machinery. Encircling his head is a black metal restraint—a mechanical halo—with a pulsating red light with a 'spade' symbol embedded at its center. The glow throbs rhythmically, synchronized with the low hum of the nearby terminal to which it is wired.
It is unclear why Darkspade is attached to this machine- a sinister, heart-beating, mechanical hum dominated the ballroom. Then- a terminal which illuminated a countdown ticks to zero- the red light flickering in the center of the black metal halo fades away- Darkspade's eyes slowly open and life seemingly warranted to him again.
As if telepathically commanded, his restraints unbuckled, the IV was gently removed, and the Unholy One carefully lifted the black halo from his head, placing the contraption on a nearby table cluttered with rusted, blood-stained surgical instruments.
Abby appeared in a white medical dress, helping Darkspade off the gurney and supporting him to his feet. As his hand brushed her face, a silent connection formed amid the tense recovery scene, emphasizing their unholy bond. Her face was as pale, and lifeless, as dead plastic.
Darkspade walked over to a coat rack and removed his long black leather cape- and picked up his dark steel black gauntlets from a nearby table.... he eases his way forward- past the servers buzzing with life and dread- and at the far end of the room was a large room sized silver mirror attached to circuits.
It is unknown how or why the Silver Mirror materialized into this world- does this mean that this is the doorway to the Creature Wrestling world? The Unholy One approaches the mercury reflection and pans his hand across its mysterious, mesmerizing surface- his face reveals a hint of his inner thoughts- an evil grin. He looks down after hearing cooing sounds- and sees the sickening baby Ricky "peek-a-booing" just behind the silver mirror. Darkspade slowly turns his body but then a figure is faintly seen within the reflection- he turns and sees.....
The figure was Johnny Napalm- yet not the man he faced at Zenith- a demon absorbed by a fiery darkness-like aura. The mirage does not last as the mirror darkens... the mirage vanishes in a dark smoke, then, on the other side of the mirror is coated in blood and viscera, and it forms into one message.
"You started this, I will END it."
Darkspade suddenly, abruptly, awakens to the sound of the machines around him buzzing in panic- Abby is frantically trying to remove him from the machines and gurney.... But, he rips himself from the gurney and sensing devices- and falls to his hands and knees- the view shows him grinning devilishly in the direction of a haunting silver mirror- its surface dark and stained in blood.
