X-club-wrestling-episode-21 25 ❲CONFIRMED — ANTHOLOGY❳

The screen went black.

"Rex," Silas's voice continued, "you lost the title last Sunday. Didn't you?"

The camera panned to the locker room hallway. Leaning against the lockers, half in shadow, was —the current X-Club Heavyweight Champion. His title belt was draped over his shoulder, but the gold was tarnished. His knuckles were wrapped in frayed tape, and his eye was swollen shut. X-club-wrestling-episode-21 25

Rex didn't look at the camera. "I didn't lose anything. The clock malfunctioned. The ref counted three, but the bell rang at 2.9. That's point-two-five seconds stolen from me."

El Cero crumbled into a pile of dust, old ticket stubs, and a single broken stopwatch. The screen went black

Rex didn't flinch. He picked up the discarded championship belt, walked over to the clock-faced wrestler, and drove the edge of the gold plate into the glass covering the clock face.

No music. No pyro. Rex climbed through the ropes. Leaning against the lockers, half in shadow, was

From El Cero's mask came a distorted voice—not his own. It was the timekeeper's voice from Episode 21. "Point-two-five seconds. Off the clock. Off the record."