[The Gallery.]

[The OSW Champion sits at a small table under a bright light. In front of him he holds a hand of cards.]

[Opposing him across the table is a shadowy figure who is also holding a hand of cards.]

“When I was growing up, all the neighborhood kids would gather on the weekends to play this card game.”

[Redgrave leans back a bit, examining his cards as the figure across from him places a card on the table.]

“The objective is to play all of the cards in your hand before the others.”

“Along the way, there’s such cards that could change the whole course of the game.”

“There’s such a thing that will even cause the next player to have to draw two cards.”

“But there was always one of those special cards that attracted me most.”

[Redgrave places a card down.]

“The wild card.”

[A slight smirk chisels its way across The Artist’s stone face as he calls the color he wants next.]

“Blue.”

[The shadowy figure across from him lets out a grunt. They shift in their chair and eventually, they have to draw a new card from the deck.]

“You see, the wild card can be the most powerful card in the whole entire deck.”

“Or, it could be useless.”

“It really just depends on who’s playing it.”

[A dry chuckle is given as the two continue to play the game.]

“A few weeks ago, I gave Klaus Way the opportunity to be on the winning side of this Arcadian War that we find ourselves in.”

“Him and I, we’re not so different on the surface.”

“But, he’s a fool.”

“A wild card, he thinks.”

[Redgrave reaches off into the darkness, pulling back the OSW World Championship and placing it across his lap.]

“But I’m the one holding all the cards, Klaus.”

“At Thunderstrike, you may enter this war as a third party. You may try to distance yourself and your family of misfits from either side of this war.”

“You may call yourself the wild card..”

“But when it comes down to it, Mr. Way.. you’re still just a card in MY hand.”

“And as long as I hold this Championship, that will always remain true.”

[Redgrave shifts in his seat, slinging the title over his shoulder as he examines the cards in his hand.]

“I’m the one that decides which way the cards fall and at the end of the night..”

[Redgrave places one of his two cards down as he whispers across the table.]

“Uno..”

[The Artist holds up one single card left as his opponent fumbles about his cards placing something he thinks will keep Jasper from winning.]

“One man will be left standing.”

“The Killer King..”

[Jasper rips his final card in half with a smile before throwing it down onto the pile of cards.]

[Another wild card.]

“Your beloved World Champion.”

[A glance at the title is given before he hastily stands from the table and takes an abrupt leave.]

[Fade.]