Scene: King's Landing meets Safeway Parking Lot—grimy, unhinged, full of degenerates (read: poasters). The Greatbort is abuzz, eagerly anticipating the most absurd spectacle yet—Mainlining vs. Boom, a trial by combat nobody asked for but everyone needs. The arena? A disused courtroom that looks like it was converted into a start-up space by a $10 million VC. On one side: Mainlining, the self-described 'Intellectual Twink of Doom,' pacing like a Dollar Store Oberyn. On the other: Boom, wheeled in by the 'ADM Conspiracy Squad,' head slumped like he’s been binge-watching "Grizz Attack" documentaries on speed. Around them, the audience reeks of old memes, stale frat house air, and bad intentions.

Disco Fries (as The Moderator): [smirking] "Gather 'round, my fellow degenerates. On today's docket: the legalese vs. the wheelies. Boom, the once-mighty king of 'Biglaw Lives Matter,' now a brain-damaged wreck after ADM $crewed him harder than 3rd year associates. Mainlining, our pretentious twink savant, who insists he’s 'above the fray' while baiting Boom harder than an ADM exec with a billion-dollar fraud scheme. Let's get this over with so I can get back to writing bad takes for clout."

The poasters howl in approval—bloodlust is in the air, and they don’t care who wins as long as someone goes down hard. Disco Fries takes a swig of something highly questionable from his Yeti tumbler, clearly enjoying the chaos about to unfold.

Mainlining (as Oberyn): [twirling a tiny blade, grinning] "Boom, Boom, Boom... it's sad, really. You used to be a somebody—the reigning king of paranoia. But now look at you... half-cooked by ADM's psyops and rolling into the Safeway on a mobility scooter. Me? I'm still twink-fit and fresh from dodging SEC subpoenas. Let’s be honest—this ends with you wheeled out on a stretcher, old man."

Boom (as The Mountain): [gripping his wheelchair, voice trembling with rage] "Fraud… FFFFRAUD! You think you’re better than me, Mainlining? My wheelchair could roll over your fragile, twink bones without breaking a sweat. I crushed ADM beneath my fury, and I’ll crush YOU next! YOU are the FRAUD!"

Boom's eyes flash with the fire of a man who hasn’t fully processed the fact that he’s about to go down. Mainlining’s playful swagger only enrages him further. The crowd roars, half laughing at Boom’s epic, half-glitched out meltdown.

Mainlining (as Oberyn): [laughing, circling Boom] "Big words for a man who uses more court-appointed disability aides than the average law student uses Adderall. What’s next, Boom? Gonna roll over me with your fraudster wheelchair? This is Greatbort—there’s no room for your broke ass conspiracy theories. You know what they call you? The King of Grizz… but all I see is a 120 trying to cling to relevance. Do me a favor and just stay down. The only fraud here is you."

The crowd explodes into a mix of "TITCRs" and "LMFAOs." Even the stoic figure of Evan39 (as Tywin Lannister) can’t help but smirk, glancing from the safety of the VIP box. He never liked Boom anyway—too much baggage, too much brain damage. His hands stay folded, but the glint in his eye says it all.

Boom (as The Mountain): [snarling] "I’ll show you fraud, you smug TWINK. ADM might have crippled my body, but they didn’t break my will! You’ll end this day with broken bones, face-first in the dirt. You’ll be wishing you stayed in Safeway LLP with your precious hummu$. But don’t worry—I’ll bill you for every second I waste on your pathetic 120 life."

Disco Fries (The Moderator): [laughing, barely keeping it together] "Can someone get Boom a Xanax before he explodes from sheer rage? This is better than half the garbage on 'FraudTube.'"

Boom surges forward in his chair, gripping a club made from an old Vegas casino sign with "120% $uck" scrawled on it. Mainlining twirls around him like a ballerina with daddy issues, delivering quick, humiliating slashes across Boom's ego (and his arm).

Mainlining (as Oberyn): [mockingly] "Boom, you should really get someone to look at that club—it’s giving 120 vibes. Or is that just you now? Still haunted by ADM, still grizz-ing your way through life? How much longer until the darkness catches up to you?"

Boom's face contorts with a rage usually reserved for clients who want their billables 'adjusted.' He swings again—wild, clumsy, desperate—but Mainlining's twink agility saves him every time, much to the crowd's delight.

Boom (as The Mountain): [panting, crazed] "I’M NOT FINISHED YET! FRAUD! FRAUD! I WILL DESTROY YOU!"

The poasters are losing their minds now. Zurich and cucumbers scream from the stands, throwing virtual tomatoes at Boom while chanting "120! 120!"—a damning indictment of Boom’s rapidly deteriorating position.

Mainlining (as Oberyn): [deadpan] "Boom, buddy, I get it—you’re obsessed with fraud. But the only fraud here is thinking you ever stood a chance. Tell me, what did ADM do to you? Was it worse than realizing you’re just a meme now, a walking punchline for all of us who’ll leave you behind?"

Boom charges once more, his wheelchair clattering with desperation, but Mainlining is already behind him, tripping him into a puddle of spilled “Compliance Crackers.” The crowd roars as Boom sputters, half-covered in a mess of corporate jargon and bruised ego.

Disco Fries (as The Moderator): [snacking, shaking his head] "Well folks, I think we’ve seen enough of Boom's 120-tier meltdown for one day. Looks like Mainlining’s got this one in the bag."

But just as the audience begins to cheer, something shifts. Dunedain Cowboy steps into the light, his shadow long and menacing. He strolls toward Boom’s crumpled form, eyes glinting with dark amusement.

Dunedain Cowboy: [grinning] "It ain’t over till it’s over. Watch this."

With a wave of his hand and some mumbled nonsense about Grizz DNA and ADM conspiracies, Boom rises, the glow of pure insanity in his eyes. He’s been Qyburn-ed—resurrected by the dark powers of Fraud$ville.

Boom (resurrected, crazed): "I AM BOOM! I AM THE FRAUD YOU CAN’T KILL!"

The crowd erupts into pandemonium, poasters throwing "120" and "180" memes like confetti. Boom, once broken, is now back with a vengeance—powered by the board’s most unhinged conspiracy theories.

Evan39 (as Tywin Lannister): [smirking in the stands] "Boom’s back, baby. And this time… he’s here to stay."

The poasters go wild, as Boom and Mainlining prepare for Round Two. The Greatbort has spoken—fraud lives on, in all its twisted, broken glory.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5606798&forum_id=2/en-en/#48165800)