A hush falls over the spectators as a huge shadow moves through the mist. Fake King Kong, an animatronic marvel of steel and latex, stomps into the open square. His eyes glow artificially, every movement accompanied by the whir of hidden gears. Suddenly, a deafening roar shakes the city—the real King Kong has arrived, muscles rippling under matted fur, his breath steaming in the cool night air.

King Kong beats his chest, voice echoing off glass and steel. Fake King Kong's mechanical arms raise defensively, his jaw clacking open in a pre-programmed snarl. From the highest beam, Ann Darrow, the terrified beauty in a torn white dress, clings to a dangling rope, her hair streaming in the wind.

"Release the girl or face my wrath!" "You are no king—just a puppet. She is under my protection!" Ann Darrow calls out, voice trembling: "Please, someone help me! I don't care who wins—just save me!"

Fake King Kong[/@ch_1] lunges, his metal fist crashing into King Kong's shoulder. The real beast roars in pain but counters with a mighty swipe, denting the imposter’s chest plate.] Steel squeals and fur bristles as they grapple atop the rain-slicked girders. Ann Darrow swings perilously, the rope fraying above her. The city holds its breath, watching the titans clash, thunder rolling in time with their blows.

Fake King Kong[/@ch_1] uses his mechanical strength to pin King Kong just long enough to reach out for Ann Darrow.] "Take my hand, Ann! Trust me—I was made to save you!" "I have no choice!" Ann Darrow leaps into Fake King Kong's waiting palm as the real King Kong roars, shaking off the mechanical grip and pounding his chest in frustration.

Fake King Kong[/@ch_1] gently sets Ann Darrow down on the street, while King Kong disappears into the mist, his silhouette retreating into the wilds beyond the city limits.] Ann Darrow looks up at her unlikely rescuer, gratitude and confusion warring in her eyes. "Thank you, whoever—or whatever—you are. I suppose sometimes a fake hero is better than none at all." Fake King Kong bows his metallic head, the crowd cheering as the city begins to heal from its night of monsters and miracles.