Trump nods, voice firm. "Completely agree. The balance of power is shifting. The AFC is looking dangerous."
Zach, voice high-pitched and frantic, adds, "Precisely! Finally, someone who gets it! Between Stinky and Cheech, the AFC is HIM. Jumper is the undisputed king of the NFC!"
The Rockās eyes narrow. His knuckles turn white as he grips the edge of the table.
"Shut. Your. Mouth. Jumper is a fraud. Heās not a kingāheās a court jester playing dress-up," The Rock snarls, voice low and dangerous.
Zach screeches back, voice cracking. "YOUāRE THE FRAUD! YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE!"
Trump rolls his eyes, grabbing his Diet Coke, already regretting coming back to the show. Skip buries his face in his hands.
"Hold on," Skip interjects, waving a hand. "If weāre talking NFC strength, we canāt ignore hcoakās dominance and Swaaās Vikings sitting at 6-5 and in the playoff hunt. Swaa came in late but runs the table in Redzone. That doesnāt exactly scream āweak NFCā to me."
The Rock smirks, nodding. "Exactly. Hcoak crushed Cheech. Swaaās in the mix. The NFC isnāt just strongāitās the reason this league is relevant."
Zachās eye twitches. "Oh, thatās cute. Letās ignore the AFC out here breaking records while the NFCās over there playing hopscotch."
Trump scoffs. "You're an idiot."
Zachās eye twitches again. "I will tear this entire simulation apart. I will erase all of you. Even that ugly plant in the corner."
Skip blinks. "What?"
Zach pauses, eyes darting wildly. "Nothing. Forget it."
The Rock smirks, leaning in, voice smug. "Tell you what, Zach. Why donāt we see if you can even beat me at the Illuminati Bowl first? I wināI get your mom. You wināIām gone for good."
Zach spits, voice trembling with rage. "I already accepted your stupid challenge, you dumb pile of muscles!"
The Rock smirks, voice mocking. "Good. Then shut your mouth and save your breathāyou're gonna need it."
Zach shakes with rage, fists clenched, but doesnāt say a word. The camera zooms in on his faceāwild-eyed, sweating, lips trembling.
Skip, cautiously trying to regain control, says, "Alright, alrightāletās get back to the league. With Stinkyās Ravens taking down both Doc and Steady, the AFC looks like the real powerhouse right now. Steadyās NFC bias is officially dead."
Trump nods, voice firm. "Completely agree. The balance of power is shifting. The AFC is looking dangerous."
Zach, voice low and sinister, whispers, "Enjoy it while it lasts. Because when Iām done, there wonāt be an AFC. Or an NFC. Or a league at all. Just nothing."
The Rock laughs, shaking his head. Skip and Trump exchange a nervous glance. The studio falls silent, the tension thick and suffocating.
The screen fades to black, leaving only Zachās wild-eyed stare and The Rockās smug grin. The last sound is Zachās low, manic laughter echoing in the dark.
"See you at the Illuminati Bowl, Dwayne," Zach whispers, voice soft and haunting.
The screen fades completely to black.
Pt 2/2