Fade in:

The Funhouse is darker than ever. The lights are gone. Only the faint hum of static remains.

John Cena is curled in a corner, broken. On the wall, the vintage TV flickers violently. The screen shows highlights from WrestleMania 41:

• Cody Rhodes, bloodied, lying motionless.

• Evil Cena, holding the Undisputed Championship high, confetti falling around him like ash.

• The crowd is dead silent—confused, betrayed.

• Evil Cena leans into the camera:

"The story's over. I finished it for him."

Cena screams, smashing his fists into the floor. "He was supposed to finish the story! Not me! Not like this!"

The Fiend emerges, silently. No tricks. No laughter. Just… stillness.

Cena crawls toward him, desperation in his voice. "You have to stop him. You have to fix this. You brought me here—this is your game! Do something!"

The Fiend tilts his head.

Then… he speaks.

But it's not his usual voice—it's gentle. Real. Familiar.

"I can't help anymore, John. He's gone."

The red light fades. The mask melts away.

Standing in front of Cena now is Bray Wyatt, not the Fiend. Just Windham. Dressed in his old Hawaiian shirt. Tired. Sad. Real.

Bray:

"I died in 2023, John. In the world outside this place. Heart stopped… just like that. You're not just trapped in the Funhouse… you're trapped in grief. So am I."

Cena's lip trembles. "You're… you're not real?"

Bray smiles softly.

"Does it matter anymore?"

Behind them, the Funhouse walls begin to rot away, revealing a black void swirling with echoes—Evil Cena laughing, fans weeping, Cody's broken body replaying on loop.

Bray:

"You thought this place was hell? No, John. He made hell real. And now he's out there. That… thing wearing your face."

Cena drops to his knees.

"Then who can stop him?"

Bray crouches beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"No one. That's the point. Evil doesn't always get vanquished. Sometimes… it just wins."

A final image forms in the mirror—Evil Cena sitting on a throne, made of broken titles and shattered legacies, surrounded by puppets dressed as fallen legends: Stone Cold, The Rock, Hogan, Cody.

Bray whispers one last time:

"There's no escape, John. There's just forever… in the funhouse."

Cut to black.