Covering the Bases ... OF THE FUTURE! [End of Days Day 2]
Sept 28, 2017 23:50:06 GMT -5
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Post by Dave D-Flipz on Sept 28, 2017 23:50:06 GMT -5
*Dateline: September 28, 2017 ... THE PRESENT! We open in the US Bank Arena in Cincinatti, home of the End of Days Tournament's first showcase. The camera is on the entrance to the locker rooms where we see the door open and out of the locker room walks a despondent Shogun-Tron.*
: Oh my God, God-like deity, or Pure Luck for atheists! What UNPURE luck do I have!? Cruel fate has played a prank on me. For here am I finally starting to get over the shock of losing my leader and mentor, and having completed the very task we originally came here to ... THE PAST ... for and saved Nelly Angel from his HORRIFIC, DESPICABLE, UNSPEAKABLE, BLOODY, VIOLENT, TRAUMATIZING, GRUESOME, BLOODY, TORTUROUS DEMISE! And now I have to put a black mark on the poor young interviewer's career. His first tournament, out to prove he can wrestle, and I must end his time in it to be a proper example to the young impressionable minds and poses of my trons in training! My T-i-Ts!
*We hear Mini-Tron snicker from in the locker room.*
: It will make me a very sad tron. *He mimes wiping a tear from his eye but ... again ... helmet ... with a viser instead of eye holes ... it's really very silly looking to be honest.* The shock that poor young man will feel. Surely praying to whatever deity he holds dear asking why he was so punished to be cursed with this survivor's guilt AND forced into a fight with a friend and comrade ... one who is so skilled at the art as I!
*Techno-Tron leans his head out the door then follows with his whole body*
: Yeah I've been watching the historical records ... or YOO TOOBS as the people call it and um ... he's been wrestling for years ... like back to the old XHF. It's funny he got all successful right after the time the rest of us were called back to ... THE FUTURE! You know when a bunch of old timers vanished from XHF as well. Like Death Trap and Primal and those dashingly handsome church fellows that Lazor met, the ones who beat up the Borgs for us over that odd belt with the cool cross trinkets on it!
: Yes how strange. But you mean to tell me Techno-Tron my friend that Nelly is an experienced wrestler and I won't risk accidentally killing him thereby undoing all our hard work and ruining Lazor's mighty sacrifice? Oh happy occasion!
*he fires his six shooter into the air, a few seconds later gravity has brought this projectiles back to Earth. Now littering the ground are a live kitten, a tribble from the original Star Trek series, and a copy of Catcher in the Rye!*
: My FUTURE BLASTER is feeling a bit pretentious today I see ... Better holster it before it smells a phony.
: Good idea. It is rather difficult to move in this heavy battle armor. Tis what the shield is for.
: Nonsense your armor is practical and fashionable. And a stylish purple. It fits you. *he looks at the camera ... is he ... is he winking in his costume? He knows we can't see that right?* But to the task at hand. Maybe this is the true test for me. Nelly is a formidable foe and what better way to test my resolve than to put me against a friend and ally? We have been through so much. Averting his unnatural end was the whole reason for our being in this time in the first place. And now we train up a force for the future to stop the Borgs plans. After all it isn't like we just dress like this and say these things for no reason or entertainment! But this ... opportunity presents me with a chance to not only show my skills, and my internal fortitude to the young TiTs ...
: Please stop saying that.
: But to also see if Nelly really can hold his own here. Would he be safe should we have to return to ... THE FUTURE! at some later time in the ... NOT AS FAR FUTURE! If for some reason Lazor was wrong and he was still a target could he handle himself?
: He has shown some amazing new moves that may as well have been inspired by or taught by you or Lazor as well. Especially since witnessing Lazor's selfless sacrifice to stop ... um ... himself ... *Oh crap um... SPOILERS ... to anyone who missed that RP chain of Mongo's* He is a quick study. He was a champion in a short-lived sub-unit of Mongo the Destoyer's epic empire as well.
*Saber and Xtreme Trons join the other two outside the locker room*
: How have the two of you been handling this anyway? I mean you witnessed your leader, and he his savior and friend, disintegrate before your eyes like something out of Digimon! Or Looney Toons! Surely you have both been deep in meditation? Or therapy?
: My friends it hasn't been easy. Before you all arrived to train me and assist it was lonely. I was now alone here in ... THE PAST ... and left to train up a new set of rangers and cadets. I was able to put on a brave face and I don't think any of the new recruits saw or understood my pain. Except maybe the one, Nano. He seemed unusually in tune and really held a deep respect and knowledge of myself and Lazor.
*he walks back into the room and we now see a giant framed photo on the wall and under it a memorial setup complete with flowers and chocolates. There is also a familiar mask beneath it. And a dead rat and a fish burrito *it's a FUTURE thing you wouldn't understand:
*
: Guiding these young minds and bodies to the near perfection the stress of being a Tron Warrior wasn't easy alone. But with him observing, and calling on my decade of training ... I was able to find the inner strength. Why it's almost like Lazor was not really gone at all. It's almost like he is here right now.
: Can I eat that burrito now?
: How did Bongo get in here?
: I knew the code.
: *GASP!* But how did you know our room code!?
: Uh ... I am-
: He is Mongo's best friend of course he would know all the codes here in the empire.
: The fact remains that this tournament has become more than I originally planned for. This new development has steeled my focus. I must be at the top of my game. Nelly deserves my best and the show we will put on will be one for the ages! It will go into the history books as the TRUE main event of this tournament.
: Whoa let's not go throwing "Main Event" around all willy-nilly. That name carries weight. A great legend used it in XHF.
: Yes yes sometimes I forget the trappings of this time. THE FUTURE... was so much simpler. Linguistically speaking. And in no other way at all. In fact I miss space toast. But I digress. I will use this first match as an homage, as a paying of respects to my dear departed mentor and friend.
*From behind us we hear the end of a commercial for Crazy Al's Carpets and then Mini-Tron calls out*
: Hey Shogun? You should see what;s on the network right now. For only $9.99! Oh wait ... wrong network. Nelly is on TV standing on a hump of dirt in the middle of some sportsball field and calling you out.
: Calling me out? Like a foul naive!?
: No like ... he wants you to talk to him in person.
: Oh ... how odd. Does he know that being from ... THE FUTURE ... does not make me psychic? If you hadn't had this TV on I wouldn't know he even DID that! Why wouldn't he be here in the arena where we all would be anyway? Isn't that how standard promos work? Am I that out of practice? Have the times changed? Is sportsball field promos the new hip trend the kids are into? You know like parachute pants and abstinence? Well all questions for another day. Where is this field?
: Says broadcasting from ... AWF arena in ... Bethesda, OH? Where is Bethesda?
: Could be New Vegas, Boston, or Skyrim.
: No it's a town here in Ohio. Four hours from here if we drive.
: What? But again why would he volunteer to stand there for 4 hours? Doesn't he know without my time machine I can't just ... teleport there! I'm a warrior not a magician! Surely this was the work of his brother Randall. Oh he and the firewater are good friends. I cannot disappoint my friend or miss a chance to make this battle even more epic in honor of Lazor! TO THE TRON MOBILE!
*It is a glorious day out. Late September, the birds are chirping. The sun is shining. And we get a picturesque view of the lovely town of Bethesda, Ohio. I think. I mean I've never been so I'm just doing that thing comedians do when they always compliment the town they're in. ANYHOW ... we seem to be on the town line when all of the sudden a rumbling is heard. We zoom back to see we are on an official XHF camera buggy! All rights reserved. The camera pans to the rumbling sound and catches a vehicle blow past. We switch cameras to the one with the camera crew in the spacious vehicle. Inside is the full compliment of trons.*
: We must make haste. My friend Nelly is waiting for us at the arena of the balls and bags!
*Mini snickers*
: I believe it's called baseball Shogun.
: I never studied this particular pasttime. And yet here in THE PAST they seem to adore it in America. Although strangely also in Japan ... and Mexico ... and well lots of places. How strange.
: What did you and Shogun do for fun while you were training him back in ... THE FUTURE! Techno-Tron?
: Oh well, we had training to do, had to get our synergy and strategy down. We still had time for other pursuits.
*Switch to the camera buggy which for some reason is viewing a Church they are driving past. How quaint. What spectacular architecture. Surely this has nothing to do with what is going on inside ... Switch back to the vehicle.*
: Why are we in this piece of junk?
*The camera buggy now shows the vehicle they are in is a scrapped out school bus.*
: If it's good enough for Al Gore's Vice Presidential Action Rangers it is DAMN sure good enough for a cadre of time warriors from ... THE FUTURE! Now shut your mouth and enjoy the ride Mini-Tron.
: Would Lazor have enjoyed this ride? *smug smirk ... through the mask of course*
: Oh hell yes this is xtreme! *He is being violently bounced around by the bad suspension.
: Oh what would you know?!
: *winks* Well I am ...
: Why did we need Bongo again?
: Navigator. As a friend of Mongo and Nelly and XHF employee he knew where this odd field was. After all it was only being used for some other federation within Mongo's new empire! They have a pig as the X*Crown champion now. Dapper young animal. Possibly a demigod or something.
: Oh my God, God-like deity, or demon armored pig for AWFtheists! We are here! Hurry, Nelly's legs are surely tired after standing in the baseball field for 4 hours while we drove here! (Yes I google mapped it, the two cities are 4 hours apart or thereabouts.)
*We zoom in to the baseball field where Nelly is weeping on the mound for he fears Shogun will not show. The trons enter the stadium, with picture of Lazor and with Bongo the Destroyer in tow... Shogun stops them and signals that he will go to Nelly alone as is custom for an XHF match promo series. He reaches for a spray, a cologne I suppose to mask the smell of 4 hour scrap school bus ride. The camera crew starts to run from the smell of BANG Fish Attractant Spray. Shogun steps to the exit of the dugout...*
TO BE CONCLUDED IN THE REPLY ON MONGO'S POST!*
: Oh my God, God-like deity, or Pure Luck for atheists! What UNPURE luck do I have!? Cruel fate has played a prank on me. For here am I finally starting to get over the shock of losing my leader and mentor, and having completed the very task we originally came here to ... THE PAST ... for and saved Nelly Angel from his HORRIFIC, DESPICABLE, UNSPEAKABLE, BLOODY, VIOLENT, TRAUMATIZING, GRUESOME, BLOODY, TORTUROUS DEMISE! And now I have to put a black mark on the poor young interviewer's career. His first tournament, out to prove he can wrestle, and I must end his time in it to be a proper example to the young impressionable minds and poses of my trons in training! My T-i-Ts!*We hear Mini-Tron snicker from in the locker room.*
: It will make me a very sad tron. *He mimes wiping a tear from his eye but ... again ... helmet ... with a viser instead of eye holes ... it's really very silly looking to be honest.* The shock that poor young man will feel. Surely praying to whatever deity he holds dear asking why he was so punished to be cursed with this survivor's guilt AND forced into a fight with a friend and comrade ... one who is so skilled at the art as I!*Techno-Tron leans his head out the door then follows with his whole body*
: Yeah I've been watching the historical records ... or YOO TOOBS as the people call it and um ... he's been wrestling for years ... like back to the old XHF. It's funny he got all successful right after the time the rest of us were called back to ... THE FUTURE! You know when a bunch of old timers vanished from XHF as well. Like Death Trap and Primal and those dashingly handsome church fellows that Lazor met, the ones who beat up the Borgs for us over that odd belt with the cool cross trinkets on it!: Yes how strange. But you mean to tell me Techno-Tron my friend that Nelly is an experienced wrestler and I won't risk accidentally killing him thereby undoing all our hard work and ruining Lazor's mighty sacrifice? Oh happy occasion!*he fires his six shooter into the air, a few seconds later gravity has brought this projectiles back to Earth. Now littering the ground are a live kitten, a tribble from the original Star Trek series, and a copy of Catcher in the Rye!*
: My FUTURE BLASTER is feeling a bit pretentious today I see ... Better holster it before it smells a phony.: Good idea. It is rather difficult to move in this heavy battle armor. Tis what the shield is for.: Nonsense your armor is practical and fashionable. And a stylish purple. It fits you. *he looks at the camera ... is he ... is he winking in his costume? He knows we can't see that right?* But to the task at hand. Maybe this is the true test for me. Nelly is a formidable foe and what better way to test my resolve than to put me against a friend and ally? We have been through so much. Averting his unnatural end was the whole reason for our being in this time in the first place. And now we train up a force for the future to stop the Borgs plans. After all it isn't like we just dress like this and say these things for no reason or entertainment! But this ... opportunity presents me with a chance to not only show my skills, and my internal fortitude to the young TiTs ...: Please stop saying that.: But to also see if Nelly really can hold his own here. Would he be safe should we have to return to ... THE FUTURE! at some later time in the ... NOT AS FAR FUTURE! If for some reason Lazor was wrong and he was still a target could he handle himself?: He has shown some amazing new moves that may as well have been inspired by or taught by you or Lazor as well. Especially since witnessing Lazor's selfless sacrifice to stop ... um ... himself ... *Oh crap um... SPOILERS ... to anyone who missed that RP chain of Mongo's* He is a quick study. He was a champion in a short-lived sub-unit of Mongo the Destoyer's epic empire as well.*Saber and Xtreme Trons join the other two outside the locker room*
: How have the two of you been handling this anyway? I mean you witnessed your leader, and he his savior and friend, disintegrate before your eyes like something out of Digimon! Or Looney Toons! Surely you have both been deep in meditation? Or therapy?: My friends it hasn't been easy. Before you all arrived to train me and assist it was lonely. I was now alone here in ... THE PAST ... and left to train up a new set of rangers and cadets. I was able to put on a brave face and I don't think any of the new recruits saw or understood my pain. Except maybe the one, Nano. He seemed unusually in tune and really held a deep respect and knowledge of myself and Lazor.*he walks back into the room and we now see a giant framed photo on the wall and under it a memorial setup complete with flowers and chocolates. There is also a familiar mask beneath it. And a dead rat and a fish burrito *it's a FUTURE thing you wouldn't understand:
*: Guiding these young minds and bodies to the near perfection the stress of being a Tron Warrior wasn't easy alone. But with him observing, and calling on my decade of training ... I was able to find the inner strength. Why it's almost like Lazor was not really gone at all. It's almost like he is here right now.: Can I eat that burrito now?: How did Bongo get in here?: I knew the code.: *GASP!* But how did you know our room code!?: Uh ... I am-: He is Mongo's best friend of course he would know all the codes here in the empire.: The fact remains that this tournament has become more than I originally planned for. This new development has steeled my focus. I must be at the top of my game. Nelly deserves my best and the show we will put on will be one for the ages! It will go into the history books as the TRUE main event of this tournament.: Whoa let's not go throwing "Main Event" around all willy-nilly. That name carries weight. A great legend used it in XHF.: Yes yes sometimes I forget the trappings of this time. THE FUTURE... was so much simpler. Linguistically speaking. And in no other way at all. In fact I miss space toast. But I digress. I will use this first match as an homage, as a paying of respects to my dear departed mentor and friend.*From behind us we hear the end of a commercial for Crazy Al's Carpets and then Mini-Tron calls out*
: Hey Shogun? You should see what;s on the network right now. For only $9.99! Oh wait ... wrong network. Nelly is on TV standing on a hump of dirt in the middle of some sportsball field and calling you out.: Calling me out? Like a foul naive!?: No like ... he wants you to talk to him in person.: Oh ... how odd. Does he know that being from ... THE FUTURE ... does not make me psychic? If you hadn't had this TV on I wouldn't know he even DID that! Why wouldn't he be here in the arena where we all would be anyway? Isn't that how standard promos work? Am I that out of practice? Have the times changed? Is sportsball field promos the new hip trend the kids are into? You know like parachute pants and abstinence? Well all questions for another day. Where is this field?: Says broadcasting from ... AWF arena in ... Bethesda, OH? Where is Bethesda?: Could be New Vegas, Boston, or Skyrim.: No it's a town here in Ohio. Four hours from here if we drive.: What? But again why would he volunteer to stand there for 4 hours? Doesn't he know without my time machine I can't just ... teleport there! I'm a warrior not a magician! Surely this was the work of his brother Randall. Oh he and the firewater are good friends. I cannot disappoint my friend or miss a chance to make this battle even more epic in honor of Lazor! TO THE TRON MOBILE!*It is a glorious day out. Late September, the birds are chirping. The sun is shining. And we get a picturesque view of the lovely town of Bethesda, Ohio. I think. I mean I've never been so I'm just doing that thing comedians do when they always compliment the town they're in. ANYHOW ... we seem to be on the town line when all of the sudden a rumbling is heard. We zoom back to see we are on an official XHF camera buggy! All rights reserved. The camera pans to the rumbling sound and catches a vehicle blow past. We switch cameras to the one with the camera crew in the spacious vehicle. Inside is the full compliment of trons.*
: We must make haste. My friend Nelly is waiting for us at the arena of the balls and bags!*Mini snickers*
: I believe it's called baseball Shogun.: I never studied this particular pasttime. And yet here in THE PAST they seem to adore it in America. Although strangely also in Japan ... and Mexico ... and well lots of places. How strange.: What did you and Shogun do for fun while you were training him back in ... THE FUTURE! Techno-Tron?: Oh well, we had training to do, had to get our synergy and strategy down. We still had time for other pursuits.*Switch to the camera buggy which for some reason is viewing a Church they are driving past. How quaint. What spectacular architecture. Surely this has nothing to do with what is going on inside ... Switch back to the vehicle.*
: Why are we in this piece of junk?*The camera buggy now shows the vehicle they are in is a scrapped out school bus.*
: If it's good enough for Al Gore's Vice Presidential Action Rangers it is DAMN sure good enough for a cadre of time warriors from ... THE FUTURE! Now shut your mouth and enjoy the ride Mini-Tron.: Would Lazor have enjoyed this ride? *smug smirk ... through the mask of course*: Oh hell yes this is xtreme! *He is being violently bounced around by the bad suspension.: Oh what would you know?!: *winks* Well I am ...: Why did we need Bongo again?: Navigator. As a friend of Mongo and Nelly and XHF employee he knew where this odd field was. After all it was only being used for some other federation within Mongo's new empire! They have a pig as the X*Crown champion now. Dapper young animal. Possibly a demigod or something.: Oh my God, God-like deity, or demon armored pig for AWFtheists! We are here! Hurry, Nelly's legs are surely tired after standing in the baseball field for 4 hours while we drove here! (Yes I google mapped it, the two cities are 4 hours apart or thereabouts.)*We zoom in to the baseball field where Nelly is weeping on the mound for he fears Shogun will not show. The trons enter the stadium, with picture of Lazor and with Bongo the Destroyer in tow... Shogun stops them and signals that he will go to Nelly alone as is custom for an XHF match promo series. He reaches for a spray, a cologne I suppose to mask the smell of 4 hour scrap school bus ride. The camera crew starts to run from the smell of BANG Fish Attractant Spray. Shogun steps to the exit of the dugout...*
TO BE CONCLUDED IN THE REPLY ON MONGO'S POST!*
