Wikihood/speshul/2

{Open to a monologue by Noxigar, who is sitting on a cliff while looking up into the night sky. His body is covered in gashes and cuts, and his clothes have been reduced to mere rags that are covering him. He is in a state of absolute wreckage.}

NOXIGAR: {Monologuing} I don't remember how any of us got here, and the circumstances that lead to all this is still quite blurry in my mind.

{Noxigar looks down from the cliff, into the wild stormy sea.}

NOXIGAR: I could throw myself off right now, and this would all be over.

{He stands up from his sitting position and motions his foot over the edge, as if he were contemplating doing so. After a brief pause, he puts his foot back and turns away, picking up his equipment and leaving the area.}

NOXIGAR: No. It's too late for such things. It's too early for me to be joining my friends so soon. Besides, I have a game to win.

{The title of the special comes up on screen.}

THE BLOODBATH.

{Flashback to several days prior. Noxigar is sitting down with Vindicator, who shoots him a playful nod. The camera pans around to reveal everybody sitting around a stage, with the seats arranged in rows of two. Pair is labelled by individual districts.}

District 1: Lex and Chaos.

District 2: Sirrus and Ventin.

District 3: Oiracul and Remolay.

District 4: Noxigar and Vindicator.

District 5: Debonair D'Arque and Droll.

District 6: James Rosenberg and Stephanie Young.

District 7: Dane and Keith David.

District 8: Julius Constantine and Jacques DuFour.

District 9: Anya and Marshall.

District 10: Dirk and Oceanna.

District 11: Tracy Bellucci and Albert Bellucci.

District 12: Volkov and.. a dog.

{Lex raises his hand.}

LEX: Okay, I'm not going to pretend I know what the hell is going on here, but will you all look at that adorable puppy!

{Pan over to the dog, who's just... there.}

LEX: Isn't it adorable?

CHAOS: Lex, we've all been kidnapped and forced into these weird groups, and you're going on about a fucking dog?

LEX: ...

{Lex shouts across his chair to Volkov.}

LEX: Yo, Russian dude! I'll trade partners with ya!!

VOLKOV: You don't even know vat's goin' on!

OCEANNA: Yeah, I mean, Dirk and I were on a scouting mission in Vietnam, and then suddenly we find ourselves here. With you guys.

REMOLAY: I was busy watching a marathon of Arrow.

DROLL: Ooh, I love Arrow!

DEBONAIR: Pfft, Smallville was much better.

ROSENBERG: That is bullshit and you know it!

DEBONAIR: Well of course you wouldn't understand good entertainment, what else is new on that front?

ROSENBERG: Oh, you want to brawl, boneboy? I can give you a brawl!

{The entire stadium erupts into mass argument as a man steps out of the shadows and onto the stage. Clicking his fingers, he lights the whole stadium up, allowing everyone to see his face. He is none other than Wesley Krane, organizer of the first Hungry Games.}

WESLEY: MY GOOD FRIENDS, I ASK YOU ALL TO BE QUIET. THERE WILL BE ENOUGH TIME FOR BATTLE SOON ENOUGH.

{The murmurs of the crowd die down as they all focus their attention on the man on stage.}

WESLEY: Thank you, thank you all so very much. You may not know it yet, but you have made your ancestors proud. What you are all about to do is commendable on so many levels, and I do hope you understand that your names will be remembered long after your deaths.

KEITH: What the hell is this all about?

WESLEY: Good question, Mr. David. What exactly is this all about? Why, my good friend, you have all been selected to participate in the Hungry Games!

STEPHANIE: The Hungry Games?

WESLEY: Indeed. My superior has selected you all personally to participate in a modern day gladiator match. A fight to a death in uncharted wilderness, where only one of you shall emerge alive and victorious. Broadcast to millions around the globe.

DEBONAIR: Wait, that's an awesome idea!

WESLEY: I'm glad you think so, Sir D'Arque.

DEBONAIR: You know, I have over a century of knowledge when it comes to gruesome human rights abuses, and I think your people would see me as a great asset if you were to allow me to go free and work for you instead.

WESLEY: Trying to evade death, are we? Nice try, Debonair, but we have all the resources we need. If you win, we can talk.

DEBONAIR: Shit.

STEPHANIE: Haven't you read the Geneva Convention? This is illegal!

WESLEY: All good things are, my dear. Now, I am sure all of you have your objections to this, and I honestly understand. But think of it in the way the old Gladiators used to think of it. This is your path to glory and riches beyond anything you could ever hope for. It may seem bad now, but once you're in the game, I'm pretty sure you'll all warm up to the idea.

CHAOS: Yeah, as if. Most of us are friends. We're not going to be killing each other now, are we?

{D'Arque and Rosenberg look at each other.}

CHAOS: Well, not all of us.

WESLEY: I am aware of that, and you need not worry, for we already have something planned for that situation. How about this? I'm going to go now, and you will be able to decide among yourselves what is right once you're there? Is that a good idea?

CHAOS: N-not really.

WESLEY: WELL, TOO BAD.

{Wesley presses a button on his cuff. The seats around the stage begin to slowly motion. Wesley waves them all goodbye as suddenly, the seats all shoot upwards, as if they were in an elevator. Cut to the outside arena. All the District combatants are taken upwards and released into the arena. They all stand around, not knowing what to do.}