Cold open.
We are immediately greeted by the face of a broken beast. Mushigihara stares through pained eyes, and a face sunken with fatigue. As the camera pulls back, we see Eddie Dante, staring down in contempt, as he repeatedly pokes the back of the downed Emperor’s skull with his heavy-tipped cane, sneering.
Eddie Dante:
Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.
Mushigihara:
Oooooosuuuuuu…
Eddie Dante:
All of that work, Mushigihara. All of those matches. The strife. The training. All of it, to get those Classic Wrestling Tag Team Championships around you and Leon’s waists, only for you to falter in your FIRST defense to the Amarettos?! You sicken me, Mushigihara. You and Leon. You absolutely sicken me.
The God-Beast struggles to push himself up on his arms, and manages to get up on a knee.
Eddie Dante:
You want to start the process of redeeming yourself, Mushigihara?
The manager of the Foreign Legion cracks the faintest of a smile.
Eddie Dante:
Send that deluded superhero wannabe Harry Chest plunging down to earth. You want to end this routine that’s been going on all of winter break? CRUSH HIM.
Mushi pivots and looks up at his sadistic trainer, before dejectedly nodding and responding.
Mushigihara:
OSU.
Cut.