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A wrestling sci-fi transformation story

The arena erupted when Golden Boy stepped through the curtain. Bathed in gold light, he soaked in the cheers of thousands of fans who believed they were watching the future of professional wrestling. He looked invincible.

Across the arena, however, another figure emerged.

The lights dimmed. Green spirals appeared on every screen. The words TOGETHER, WE ARE THE SERVER glowed above the ring as Sentinel made his entrance. Dressed in black and green, he moved with calm certainty, as though the outcome of the evening had already been decided.

The opening moments seemed ordinary enough. Golden Boy met Sentinel in the center of the ring and the two locked up, each testing the other's strength. Yet with every hold and every exchange, Sentinel appeared less interested in winning than in making contact.

When his hands gripped Golden Boy's shoulders, faint black markings appeared where their skin touched. At first they seemed insignificant, little more than smudges from the match. But the marks continued to spread.

Golden Boy eventually noticed them. Dark streaks crawled across his arms, chest, and shoulders like living circuitry beneath the skin. The crowd's excitement slowly gave way to confusion. Something was happening that no one could explain.

Sentinel looked on, knowingly.

He trapped Golden Boy in a crushing hold beneath the glowing spirals overhead. As the audience watched, Golden Boy's resistance began to fade. His movements slowed. His concentration fractured. The strange markings spread further with every passing second.

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SENTINEL took control completely. Every slam and grapple accelerated the transformation until only traces of gold remained. His once heroic appearance now mirrored the dark server aesthetic spreading across his body.

Then came the end. SENTINEL hoisted Golden Boy high and delivered a devastating powerbomb that shook the ring. Golden Boy collapsed flat on his back, exhausted and defenseless beneath the green arena glow.

By the time Sentinel finally drove him to the mat for the decisive victory, the match itself no longer mattered. The pinfall was merely a formality.

The real event began afterward.

Rather than celebrate, Sentinel knelt over the fallen wrestler. Arena screens flashed with a new message:

BECOME ONE WITH THE SERVER

The spirals brightened. Green light washed across the ring.

A black-and-green substance emerged from the Sentinel around Golden Boy's body. It flowed across him like living armor, wrapping him tighter and tighter until a sleek cocoon began to take shape. The crowd watched in stunned fascination as only the top of his blond head remained visible.

Sentinel guided him deeper into the growing shell while the arena screens changed again.

ALIGNMENT COMPLETE

For a moment the cocoon remained perfectly still.

Then it split open.

Green light spilled across the ring as a figure emerged from within. The shattered remains of the shell collapsed behind him while Sentinel stood watching.

The man who crawled out looked familiar, yet undeniably different. The gold gear was gone. In its place was a sleek black-and-green uniform bearing the symbols of The Server. A glowing visor concealed his eyes. Every trace of uncertainty had vanished.

Golden Boy no longer existed.

The transformed wrestler knelt beside Sentinel without being instructed. Silent. Motionless. Perfectly aligned.

Sentinel presented him to the arena. "The Aligned One."

The crowd erupted.

Then came the final gesture.

Sentinel placed one hand on the head of his new creation and pointed directly toward the audience. The meaning was unmistakable.

In professional wrestling, a heel is the villain—the wrestler the crowd loves to hate. But to heel is also to walk faithfully beside a master, responding without hesitation when called.

The Aligned One now embodied both meanings. A former hero transformed into a devoted servant. A new heel created through perfect alignment.

As the spirals continued to turn overhead, the audience cheered the birth of The Server's newest recruit, not recognizing their own alignment.

And Sentinel's pointed finger suggested only one thing:

Someone else would be next.

Not every man arrived at the self-help seminar for the same reason.

Some came exhausted from careers that no longer inspired them. Some were ambitious but directionless. Others were lonely despite success, frustrated by endless competition, or quietly searching for structure, belonging, and clarity in a world that demanded constant performance. Athletes, executives, students, creators, veterans, entrepreneurs — men from every background entered the polished black-and-green conference hall beneath glowing screens that simply read:

“TOGETHER, WE ARE THE SERVER.”

The ‘Sentinel’ stood alone beneath the stage lights, calm and confident in his unbuttoned server-green shirt and black leather slacks. He did not speak like a preacher or salesman. He spoke like a man who had already found certainty.

The Sentinel addresses the audience while support drones scan attendees and green holographic messages fill the room.

He spoke about alignment. About unity. About eliminating noise, confusion, and isolation. Around the audience, floating support drones projected soft green spirals and scanned attentive faces while men listened in silence. Some remained skeptical. Others leaned forward, unable to look away.

As the seminar continued, the Sentinel stepped down from the stage and moved among the audience, speaking directly to attendees one-on-one. He seemed to understand each man immediately — their ambitions, frustrations, insecurities, and hopes.

The blond attendee listened carefully. For the first time in years, he felt understood.

When the seminar concluded, most attendees slowly dispersed into the lobby, but some remained behind. The blond man stayed near the stage while the Sentinel approached him calmly.

“The Orientation Chamber is voluntary,” the Sentinel explained. “Alignment begins only when you are ready.”

The attendee stood silently before the glowing chamber entrance, watching green light spill across the polished floor.

Finally, he stepped forward.

Inside the chamber, support drones performed synchronization scans while the Sentinel observed with calm approval.

When the chamber doors reopened, he emerged transformed — composed, confident, and fully aligned with the Server.

One by one, the remaining seminar attendees formed a quiet line toward the Orientation Chamber. Above them, glowing screens illuminated the hall with a final message:

“ALIGNMENT AWAITS.”

Some men arrived searching for confidence. Others came searching for direction, discipline, purpose, or belonging. The seminar revealed that they were all searching for the same thing: alignment.

The Server did not erase who they were. It unified who they could become.

And for those willing to take the next step, the Orientation Chamber remains open.

The next self-help session begins soon.

Visitors arrive at the Server Amusement Park to experience its newest attraction: The Server Coaster. Athletic young men move through the glowing entrance plaza beneath towering spiral screens displaying messages such as: “TOGETHER, WE ARE THE SERVER.” Nearby, the park’s primary Sentinel Drone silently watches the crowds approach the attraction.

Inside the loading station, riders settle into sleek black-and-green coaster carts. Shoulder restraints lower securely into place while synchronized announcements echo through the platform. The Sentinel Drone supervises nearby as passengers exchange excited glances before launch.

The coaster climbs high above the futuristic amusement park skyline. Neon spiral towers and glowing synchronization displays surround the track while hidden speakers encourage calm focus and unity with The Server. Riders begin relaxing into the experience as green reflections shimmer across their faces.

Without warning, the coaster crashes through a massive waterfall of black-and-green symbiot server material. The living substance splashes across the passengers, coating their skin and clothing in glossy black fluid as their expressions shift from surprise into focused calm beneath the glowing neon lights.

As the coaster races through loops and illuminated turns, the symbiot coating fully integrates into sleek black rubber server suits traced with glowing green circuitry. The riders sit upright and synchronized as transformation progresses deeper with every turn of the ride.

The coaster glides into a polished integration chamber where robotic systems and server attendants await. The newly transformed riders remain perfectly composed in their completed suits while glowing displays confirm synchronization progress. The Sentinel Drone oversees the procedure from the platform.

Three integrated riders sit motionless in advanced processing chairs while sentinel carefully secure glowing spiral visors across their eyes. The monitors display: “VISOR PLACEMENT — FINAL STAGE.” Integration reaches 100%.

Donning the rubber mask, the gimp becomes another faceless drone. Every rubber-scented breath brings it closer and closer to climax until finally IT is no more...

Just a rubber drone remains