The trailer for Doom 2 (2025) erupts with a slow pan across a desolate Martian landscape, the red dust swirling like a restless storm. A broken UAC facility looms in the distance, its lights flickering, alarms blaring in the eerie silence. A deep, guttural growl rumbles in the darkness. Then—BOOM. An explosion shatters the stillness, sending debris flying as something massive claws its way out of the wreckage.

A heavy boot slams into the ground. The camera tilts up to reveal Dwayne Johnson, battle-worn and scarred, gripping a massive shotgun. His voice, low and resolute: “Last time, we barely survived. This time… we take the fight to them.”

A rapid montage ignites the screen—intense firefights in dimly lit corridors, demons shrieking as plasma rounds tear through them, blood-soaked walls trembling under the force of unseen horrors. A cyberdemon emerges, its mechanical limbs sparking as it lets out a bone-rattling roar. Johnson reloads his shotgun with a click and a smirk: “Come get some.”

The carnage intensifies: chainsaws revving, BFG blasts vaporizing grotesque creatures, hellfire consuming the base. A mysterious scientist (Rebecca Ferguson) warns, “They’ve opened the gates wider than ever. We’re not just fighting for Mars… we’re fighting for Earth.”

A final, heart-pounding sequence shows Johnson sprinting through a crumbling facility, demons swarming behind him. He leaps into the abyss—straight into Hell itself. The screen cuts to black. A distorted, hellish whisper hisses: “Welcome home.”

DOOM 2 (2025). The tagline flashes in blood-red letters: “Rip and Tear… Again.”