What begins as spectacle spirals into confrontation, where the laughter is never kind and the rules no longer matter. By the end, choice itself has become the cruelest illusion.

When the XWF books Atlanta the same weekend as DragonCon, the Hyatt bar becomes a carnival of masks, capes, and desperation. Among the chaos, referee Muscles Marinara finds himself drawn into a game he doesn’t understand—lured by Kat, watched by something far worse.

What began as a talk-show becomes revelation: the true voice of Maraeth addressing the ever-present You, dismantling illusion, and reshaping spectacle into scripture. The real show starts after the cameras stop.

Maraeth sits across from Sean Evans in the familiar ritual of wings and questions, answering with charm, candor, and sly misdirection. But when the final sauce fades, the mask slips. Perspective turns inward, the studio dissolves, and the Reader is drawn behind Their eyes.

Actually, you gave Us an idea for Our next flesh crafting sesh. Thank you, JB.

Posting photos of your mother again? We can see the resemblance.

There are no bells now. What's stopping us?

Oh, la la de da, Aurora, are you flirting with Us? You are going to send the internet a flutter.

Now you're even prettier. Such a shame We are on opposite sides. Imagine the fun we'd have together.

Look at how pretty you are.

You should have went with that one.

I'm surprised you're not still in XWF. That sort of humor moves all the merchandise.

Tummy is much too flat. Have you not ever heard of HGH Gut?

Anything for you. Anything to show you how appreciated you are, and loved, by Our little family.