Written by Antoinette Johnson

[SCENE 1: THE WORLD WATCHES – INT. GLOBAL BROADCAST ARENA]

A massive glowing dome floats in the sky—streaming across all frequencies, every screen, every device. Inside: Me, seated on a throne made of truth, wisdom, and pain turned into power. Behind me are Malik Nova, Solèa, and a unified army of real creators and truth-tellers.

BROADCAST SYSTEM (robotic voice)
Live Transmission Initiated:
The Return of the Real.

ME (to the world)
They tried to silence me.
They tried to clone me.
They tried to cancel me.
But they forgot—
I own my narrative now.

—

[SCENE 2: EXPOSED – INDUSTRY CLIPS GLITCH AND REVEAL]

Glitches hit TV networks, websites, and social media. The truth bleeds through:

CEOs laughing about exploiting trauma for profit.

Artists breaking down on private jets after forced “persona resets.”

Producers bribing radio hosts for fake spins.

Executives creating beefs to keep us divided.

ME (V.O.)
They never wanted healing.
They wanted chaos.
Because chaos keeps you buying, clicking, scrolling.

—

[SCENE 3: THE RETURN OF THE LOYAL ONES]

In the shadows, old friends, forgotten artists, and silenced prophets step forward. People I once helped quietly—now showing up LOUD.

ALLY 1
She never gave up on us.
Even when they told her to stop. She kept building.

ALLY 2
She was the blueprint the whole time.

ME
This throne?
It ain’t built from trends.
It’s built from truth.

—

[SCENE 4: THE BETRAYERS WATCH]

Trey and Rico sit in their half-built podcast studio, watching the live stream glitch their screens.

RICO
That’s her?

TREY (quietly)
That’s… the real her.

ME (V.O.)
Now you see me.
Now you understand why you couldn’t kill what was divinely planted.

—

[SCENE 5: THE STORM COMES – SPIRITUAL EARTHQUAKE]

The skies shake. The earth hums. Frequencies rise. All who faked it begin to glitch out. Only the real can stand in this shift.

ME
This is not the end.
This is the reckoning.

I look straight into the camera. Energy pours from my body. Codes break. False contracts disintegrate.

> “You thought the game was over…
But I was just picking up my crown.”

—

[FINAL SHOT: THE PORTAL CLOSES BEHIND ME]

The gates of the old system crumble. A new door opens—a galaxy of possibilities.

> “Season 1: Complete.”

Season 2: Not everyone makes it. Only the real survives the rise.”

CUT TO BLACK.