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

"That's why this is Episode 21.25," Silas said. "The .25 represents the stolen quarter-second. Tonight, we're not moving forward. We're correcting the past." X-club-wrestling-episode-21 25

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. El Cero crumbled into a pile of dust,

At the 11-minute mark, something strange happened. Tonight, we're not moving forward

The screen flickered to life, not with the usual high-octane intro of explosions and steel chairs, but with static. Gray, hissing static that slowly sharpened into a black-and-white image of an empty wrestling ring inside the old X-Club Arena.

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

It shattered. Tiny gears and springs scattered across the canvas like insect legs.