[The Gallery.]

[The Artist sits in a small dark room at a table that lies under a very dim light.]

[In his hands, he’s working with something.]

“Felix Foley spent years inside his funhouse expressing the importance of positivity to the youngest generation of Arcadia. He spent years protecting them from the bad guys. He put a lot of effort into creating the illusion of Arcadia being a safe place for children to grow up..”

[He puts the final stitches into the seam of the puppet before continuing.]

“But where has that gotten them, Foley?”

“You wasted all that time trying to shelter them from the negativity that is Arcadia’s reality and in turn, you failed to prepare them for what’s real.”

“Arcadia is and always has been a place for evil and bad intentions.”

[Jasper grabs a string and extends it to it’s full length before grabbing the base. He begins stitching the first string onto the puppet.]

“So much so that you too began to believe in your own lies. You began to believe that there was hope for humanity. You thought there was a bright light shining at the end of the tunnel and through your stories you and the younger generation could fend off the bad and reach a place of salvation.”

“But answer me this, Foley..”

“How can you save the children.. how could you possibly save Arcadia.. when you can’t even save yourself.”

[A dry, arrogant chuckle is given.]

“Way back when Old School Wrestling held the Sparta Cup tournament, you had a chance to rise as a martyr. You had a chance to prove yourself right. You could have rose up at that moment and finally made a name for yourself outside of childish games.”

“You had the opportunity to finally take a larger platform where you could continue to spread your message. You could have saved yourself and the children, Felix.”

“But you failed.”

[The Killer King tugs at the string, making sure that it’s snug before repeating the process.]

“At Ring King, the same opportunity would be afforded to you. You were to once again rise from the ashes as a beacon of light amongst all the darkness.”

“You could have even went on to rise into a power that you could have possibly even prevented this civil war we find ourselves in..”

“But once again, you failed.”

[Another string is attached until suddenly a full puppet was produced. A puppet that holds a striking resemblance to Felix Foley.]

“It’s not your story that you’ve been trying to tell, Felix.”

“It’s mine.”

“You’re just another puppet for me as a puppeteer to entertain the crowd with.”

“Through you, I’ve told the true story of Arcadia.”

“Through your failures, I’ve found success.”

[Jasper smirks.]

[Swiftly, he sweeps a knife off the table and cuts the throat of the puppet with one fell swoop.]

[Stuffing overflows onto the table.]

“But you’re of no use to the puppeteer any longer.”

“And it’s time I put you to rest on the shelve of forgotten toys.”

[Jasper laughs boldly.]

[Fade.]