God or God-Like Deity??? [EoD Night 4]

[Dave D-Flipz]

*The scene is once again inside the locker room of Team Tron. This time however we are inside the arena where End of Days night 4 will take place! (And I'm too lazy to look it up since it has NO bearing on the promo!). We find inside Mini-Tron again watching the mini television in the back, while Shogun-Tron, Techno-Tron, and Xtreme-Tron all watch the larger TV in the foreground and it is tuned to the XHF Network. It seems to be replaying some old XHF productions.*

: And this is where you found out who was behind the corruption of the innocent Church fellows with the cross encrusted title belt! Truly the Borgs know no bounds in their EVIL!

: Hey has anyone seen the Hyperbeer? I thought I had 2 bottles left ...

: Didn't Saber go out to get more? How long does it take to go back to ... THE FUTURE and come back with some. Maybe his ID was left in his other scabbard ...

*Techno and Xtreme just look at each other ...*

: Yes about that ...... Saber has been ... stranded in a void between times somehow. He was vague to the details and really just seemed to warn you not to take for granted the one called Thob. Something about it being Ye Olde Boarg ...

: Also he says to find allies ... Curtis Kanyon and Venom.

: Oh my God, God-Like Deity, Pure Luck for Atheists ... or Thob for Borg and Slain ...... this news is most disheartening. Still we have time. At the final event of the End of Days tournament in less than two weeks time we will see both those allies try and dethrone the pig beast. ... If only one of them was an elf in a green tunic who spoke in grunts and used light arrows. I hear tell they are EXPERTS at taking down pig demons. Or maybe Jean-Luc Picard ... I hear he has intimate knowledge of Borgs ... But alas I should still plan to win this tournament based on the news at hand. For it seems the only way to ASSURE the Borg falls may be to take it down myself. And if rumors are to be believed I may yet earn a way to fight the pig for the SACRED CROWN OF THE CROSS LETTER! And as the prevention of the Hard-Core and the explosion of the machine ... also the exorcism of the borgs from the stylish title belt ... I am nothing if not a master Borg infuriator! And my prowess against both friends and enemies ... and XHF Legends both high flyer and hardcore ... is not to be questioned.

*He poses*

: And now that my helmet is fixed I can worry about who stands in my way next.

*As if by act of God ... God-like deity .. or pure luck ... or maybe even demon borg pig monster ... the XHF Network shows an ad for the tournament! Shogun spins in place still posed to watch and sees an image of Hyperion. It gives him no sense of scale of course.*

: Well this should be a treat. That man looks to be a worthy challenger. And look at the style. Now that armor is something after a Tron's heart. Truly a spectacle to behold. Who knew people here in ... THE PAST ... or rather their PRESENT ... had such fine exquisite taste. Compare this man to Price. Price was a callous, classless man. He only wanted violence. He only wanted to maim people. He challenged people's deeply seated beliefs in the afterlife. And look where it got him. My helmet was only HALF as cracked as his face is now. For which I am sorry but he just would not stay down and I do not know the meaning of the word quit!

*Mini chimes in*

: Except yes you do. I mean you couldn't even use that figure of speech if you didn't!

: THANK YOU MINI-TRON! I am trying to set a good example for the tron trainees in my care and you keep trying to make me look foolish! What would Lazor say? ... BONGO DO NOT JUMP OUT AND ANSWER IT WAS RHETORICAL!

: Yeah well you may have missed this then. Turns out Hyperion isn't up to date on the modern technology, he invited only an AWF film crew into his um ... cult? Sex dungeon? Cult sex dungeon? He talked about you and the tourney but on their broadcast, not on the XHF network.

: OH MY GOD OR GOD LIKE DEITY OR PURE LUCK FOR ATHEISTS!? Why!? He doesn't seem foolish.

*Shogun watches the promo. He tosses popcorn at his mask which clinks on the helmet and falls to the floor. He still chews and makes chewing noises and acts satisfied.*

: Well he seems kind hearted enough. Look how he helps out his followers ... trainees ... um ... whatever. He seems to take pride in what he does and he doesn't seem so evil. And yet ... they seem to act like he is a deity and he does not dissuade them from doing so. And he acts as though he is from ... THE PAST! ... distant that is. How peculiar. Still I believe I can get an honorable match out of him. Though his desire to ...and I quote ... "wreck shit" ... is a bit ... foreboding. And it is odd that he keep all those small people around. Why they must be barely taller than Mini. IS that exploitation? I mean I don't think it is. But it might be. Doh I cannot get a read on a man through video alone! I must meet him before we fight so I can judge his character. I need to stand eye to eye with him!

: So ... go to the ring, cut a promo and then call him out. It works pretty much 100% of the time in all these XHF Network documented videos of the years 2003-2009! And KWF ... AND AWF ... AND ASW ... and this fascinating new upstart called TGK. How delightful.

*SHogun holds up a finger to scold Xtreme-Tron but stops ... thinks and shrugs. He then walks out of the room.*

: Sigh I'll call the production truck to cue up the theme song.

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*The White Stripes's "Seven Nation Army (Team Tron Mix)" blasts over the speakers as the Xtremetron shows the words, "THE FUTURE!!" then clicks to show the words "SHOGUN" and "TRON" one on top of the other. The gunman from . . . THE FUTURE emerges and does some really awesome gun play (like Ocelot in Metal Gear Solid 3) using his FUTURE Blaster! . . . He moves to the ring and tosses the gun and catches it in its holster. The crowd would have broken into full TECHNO DANCE MODE from the theme but there is no crowd yet, it's Wednesday and the show is Sunday, and the lights are going funky like at a club. Shogun-Tron backs into a corner and poses as everything returns to normal ... he is then tossed a microphone. It drops to the mat as he hasn't finished posing yet. He reaches to pick it up and goes to the center of the ring.*

: Ladies and Gentlemen ... THE FUTURE ... fights on another day. It was an intense battle, much more painful than I had hoped ... but Price has been put down. And with it I thought I'd never have to hear discussion of Gods again ... except when I bring it up ... at inopportune moments ... out of pure shock and amazement ... it's kind of my ... thing ... let's just say I had thought this talk of resurrection was done. But then ... I come to find out that the man I am facing ... believes himself to be a God. But I know who you are. I have seen the historical records. If you really are Hyperion ... then why haven't you used your myriad superpowers yet!? That's right I have seen tales of your heroic exploits with the Squadron Supreme ... and I question whether you are the hero ... or the alternate universe VILLAIN! After all I am no stranger to alternate timelines. I have helped create one as well. Or perhaps you are just a new hero taking up the same name and saving the Universe from the Builders!

*The time keeper approaches the ring and whispers to him.*

: Oh ... oh my God, God-like deity or pure luck for atheists are you for real? Ok ... I have just been informed what I was reading was Mongo's comic book collection he keeps in the basement of XHF HQ in Minnesota where we have been living. I have been describing a false character, a comic book hero from ... the Mar-vell? So um ... yes fake ... like television ... or efeds ... *the lights flicker as if an omen* I mean um ... yes well ... THAT was all in fun. I know who you really are! You are a representative of a corporation that makes weapons and technology and raids planets! Why if not for the plucky vault hunters your brother Handsome Jack, no relation to Reckless Jack of course, would have ruined the entire world of Pandora! And ...

*the timekeeper appears again*

: Oh ... my G... ok um ... So that is apparently one of Nelly's video games. About people living on lands of the border ... 2. My associates back in the Tron locker room however still got me up to speed on who you THINK you are. You claim to be the resurrected God of Greek mythology. Well once again resurrection rears its ugly head. Far be it from me to doubt FUTURistic concepts but coming from a world of battle armor, crazy devices, mind control, and time travel ... I have seen a lot.

*he poses*

: Still there are no tales told in my time of any resurrected deities. That seems something I would know. And I know what you are thinking. BUT SHOGUN! You created an entirely new ... FUTURE! ... when Lazor sacrificed himself! Yes but here is my proof that not much has changed other than maybe how happy we all are and how alive Nelly is. You see we still exist in our time. There is still a Tron force in ... THE FUTURE! Or else I would be trapped here ... and I would be outside the realm of time since there would have been no me to come back in the first place. But time still affects me! Look ... I age! ... *he acts as if he is aging* Gray hair! *he points to a gray hair on his uniform ... it clearly didn't come from him as it is on the outside of his uniform ... it probably came from Tequila Kitty II ... or Bongo...* SO clearly I still am within my own timeline though I stay temporally displaced here to help train up a generation of protectors and keep myself busy.

*He nods in approval at proving his own ... existence ... why was that a question again?*

: And you have built quite the cadre of followers sir. Small folk it seems. So here is my dilemma, it is hard for me to know a man by what I see on a screen. You seem to genuinely care for the people who um ... worship you? Your Church? Sex CUlt? Dungeon sex cult? Dream daddy rumored extra ending content? You certainly seem capable of being noble. And that would be great. However I have seen your matches ... and your debut in the AWF. And you are also clearly capable of extreme violence and malice. And as a hero it would be most unfortunate as I would need to step in and do the heroic duty of stopping you. Surely you have heard of me and seen MY tournament so far. My two matches showcased my endurance, my ability to withstand all manner of punishment from the most hardcore to the high flying. You also had to have seen my skills on display. No I do not aim to make people fear me, nor do I think they would seeing my talents. But I make people respect me. I make people entertained. And I surprise people. It comes with the territory when you wear this uniform. No one understands what we Trons do here in ... THE PAST ... or maybe your FUTURE! But one thing I now know for sure I am not ... is a relic ... is a piece of history. Yes my name is written in the history books of this fine institution but it is also etched in the stars ... it is also told throughout time. And though the name SHogun isn't immortal ... and neither is the man ... the name TRON is! To be a tron is to be part of something that IS immortal. Truth, justice, heroism, flashy poses!

*he poses again*

: So let me judge what kind of man I face this Sunday. I call on you to step into this ring and look me in the eye. Say your piece and let me judge if you are worthy of my respect and what kind of match I will need to bring this Sunday to give the fans what they pay for, my trons in training the example they crave, and you a battle worth your time. Come down here and do me the honor of meeting me here now so we are formally introduced. ANd maybe we can shake hands and be ready to give it everything we've got.

*He waits for Hyperion*

[Hyperion]

(OOC: I realize I posted on the wrong board, it took me over an HOUR to get an RP up. An HOUR. 60+ mins.)


(OOC 2: Continuation from this thread on the AWF RP board....)





*Dealing justice is often looked at as a good thing, but more often as bad. For one person, a source of intimidation to salvage a child's life, or protecting a pair of siblings, can also be looked as a criminal act, threatening a life or changing a future. For others, only justice can be seen on the horizon, then end goal being the conclusion of an agenda….no matter how dramatic the outcome. As Hyperion stands over the falling figure of a man, a pathetic, weak man….he knows his actions will not be looked upon by all as good, but more so….cruel…..*





“....please, I hear ya! I won’t do nuthin’ again!”





“You are mistaken, it is not ‘nothing’ I desire from you. I require ‘something’ from you….a change. To your lifestyle…”





“Sure man, you got it. Jus’ ‘git the fuck outta my house already!”





*Hyperion leans in, grabbing the man by the cuff of his shirt. He lifts him up from the floor, so that the man can take a better look into his eyes.*





“I am no housewife, no caretaker. I do not oversee children, and I do not take kindly to looked upon as a ‘bleeding heart’ samaritan. Do you follow? If I must be a hero to your children, then you must be a man….a father….if I must return, my next visit will not end in such mercy.”





“Yeah man…..I got it already!”





*Hyperion tosses the guy back to the floor, watching him squirm and back away from the towering giant. He exits the home to meet his ‘follower’, sitting on the pavement alongside his motorcycle.*





“Did….did you kill him….?”





“Child, why would you presume that?”





“Well…..”





*She eyes his right fist, covered in fresh blood.*





“This….no, just a little….warning, is all. He will change his ways, or he will be his own downfall. You have nothing more to worry about tonight. Now, shall we be getting you back to the Church-”





*A cellphone starts to buzz in Hyperion's jacket.*





“Darn this meddlesome contraption…”





*Hyperion pulls the phone from his pocket, and eyes it up. He seems confused, and irritated.*





“Uh….you gonna answer that?”





“Why would I answer to a piece of plastic? And glass?”





“Figure of speech….would you like some help?”





*Hyperion hands his cellphone to the girl, who checks the screen.*





“It’s Bodhi, should I answer her?”





“She will be as angry as a storm….but yes. Answer…”





*The girl answers the phone, but it met immediately with a barrage of shouts and screaming. She holds the phone at arm's length from her ear, and shoots Hyperion a worried look. She puts the phone onto loudspeaker.*





~-OFABITCH, I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO OVER THERE, I SAID THAT YOU-~





*The girl switches the phone back to normal mode, so the screaming stops. She hands the phone back to Hyperion.*





“I think you should speak with her….I am going to go see a friend of mine, she lives near here. I haven't seen her in days….”





“Is that a safe decision?”





“Yeah, she’s cool. It’s all good.”





“Ok….be careful child. But fearless.”





“Yes, Hyperion.”





*She shoots him a smile, then walks down the street. Hyperion gingerly holds the phone near his ear…*





~........ARE YOU THERE!?~





“Bodhi, please control your voice. My ears are suffering.”





~You dickwad. I said do not go over to that house. Did you kill that guy? You’re going to end up in jail you prehistoric ass-~





“Bodhi! The man is fine! Shaken up, but he now knows the choices he must make.”





~If I get a call from the cops….look, just get your ass back over here, we got a problem.~





“What problem is this?”





~That robot freak is down in Kalamazoo, calling you out. He’s ragging on your name dude. We NEED to shut him down.~





“OK….send me the details, I will meet this novelty in person.”





~Hype, Kalamazoo is six hours away from here. And you need to train. Come back here, I’ll get one of the AWF guys to swing by with his camera….CLICK~





*Bodhi hangs up the cell, leaving Hyperion annoyed. He would love nothing more than to approach his adversary in person, but to travel such a distance in one night….he cannot risk affecting his stamina or strength for his match in four days. He climbs onto his Harley, and tears off back towards his plaza…..*

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20 MINUTES LATER 

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*The sound of the bike can be heard pulling into the garage, the throttling sound of the powerful V-Twin engine shaking the walls.*





“OK he’s back, set it up over there, point it at his throne.”





*Bodhi is speaking with a member of AWF staff, an unknown face. He is setting up a camera, angling it to record the perfect shot. Hyperion enters the room, his hair windblown and swept back. His dirty black bike jacket shines, the light evening rain sticking to its cloth surface. He walks over to Bodhi, who immediately starts to slap him on the arm and chest.*





“You….big….stupid…..fool!....You…..will…...be…...locked…...up!”





“Bodhi….Bodhi! Calm yourself, you worry for nothing.”





“You can’t go around beating people up, kicking in heads. That’s why we signed you up for AWF, you can do that in the ring!”





“I stepped out to help fix the lives of two followers, and my actions will resonate amongst the other disciples. My act was not selfish, Bodhi. If I truly am a God….I should start to show some grace and some mercy.”





“Dude, prove to them you are a God by kicking ass week after week, not going out causing crimes for police to hunt you down. If you want to lead them….then show them why. Show them why you are the best, and show them that you are not all bullshit and hype, but that you are who you say you are…..a God, reincarnate.”





*Motivated by Bodhi’s words, Hyperion marches past her towards his throne. His followers watch as he passes, his determined look striking feelings into them all. He makes his way to his throne, and throws himself down on the chair, relaxed but mighty looking.*





“OK buddy, we are going to play some of Shogun-Tron’s words on the screen, and record your response then.”





“Is this your promotional crew? Where are the sound engineers, the lighting staff….there is a much bigger production for other events.”





“Dude, it's 11pm on a Wednesday, people have lives. Just….just do your best. Shogun thinks he's all that….maybe Shogun is a female? That suit doesn’t reveal too much…..let's just call it Tronsvestite for now, seems apt.”





*The crew member sets up a portable projector screen beside the camera, and starts playing the reel of Shogun-Tron’s promo. Through the portable speakers….his words can be heard….*





//…..the man I am facing ... believes himself to be a God. But I know who you are. I have seen the historical records. If you really are Hyperion ... then why haven't you used your myriad superpowers…..\\





“What superpowers does he speak of? Does this man believe me to be some hero, some magical fantasy? King of Atlantis…..or powers to speak with fish?....”





//…...if not for the plucky vault hunters your brother Handsome Jack, no relation to Reckless Jack of course, would have ruined the entire world of Pandora! And …\\





“Bloody good game that, I was stuck on that shizz for weeks…..”





//…….Gray hair!...it probably came from Tequila Kitty II ... or Bongo...* SO clearly I still am within my own timeline though I stay temporally displaced here to help train up a generation of protectors and keep myself busy…..\\





“Do I sound as foolish as this ‘plaything’ when I speak?”





“Worse….but at least you make sense. Arrogant, but still…..”





//……….you have built quite the cadre of followers sir. Small folk it seems. So here is my dilemma, it is hard for me to know a man by what I see on a screen. You seem to genuinely care for the people who um ... worship you? Your Church? Sex CUlt? Dungeon sex cult?.......\\





“Sex cult! How dare he…..have you been having sex in this room without my knowledge!”





*Hyperion's followers all murmur, an unspoken denial from the gathering. There is one catcall however, from the back.*





“Oi! Keep your legs closed in here!”





//…….No one understands what we Trons do here in ... THE PAST ... or maybe your FUTURE! But one thing I now know for sure I am not ... is a relic ... is a piece of history. Yes my name is written in the history books of this fine institution but it is also etched in the stars…..\\





“Where does this man hail from? How come his name has not been mentioned outside the walls of this small-town wrestling group?”





“Apparently he’s a big cheese in other feds too….but yeah, nothing earlier than maybe a decade ago. For a time traveller, he’s not done much.”





“What gifts has he brought back from the future? What revelries has he presented to the modern age?”





“Uh…..hyperbeers?”





“Hmm, I like the sound of that. Perhaps he can restore me to my own timeline, return me to Mount Othrys….”





“You ain’t leaving us Hypy, not with Tronsexual. You are staying put right here.”





“Hrmph.”





//………….So let me judge what kind of man I face this Sunday. I call on you to step into this ring and look me in the eye. Say your piece and let me judge if you are worthy of my respect and what kind of match I will need to bring this Sunday to give the fans what they pay for, my trons in training the example they crave, and you a battle worth your time. Come down here and do me the honor of meeting me here now so we are formally introduced. ANd maybe we can shake hands and be ready to give it everything we've got……\\





“A fair ending...to a confusing rant…”





“Now you know how we feel….”





“Excuse me?”





“Oh, nothing! Ok Hype it's your turn now. Do your thing.”





“OK…..what is my thing?”





“Your THING, man. Say your bit. Ruin this jackass.”





“Indeed….I am afraid I do not have much to say, truthfully. Other than rambling, the man posed no more of a threat than a child in costume. He seems to boast and praise his endeavors….yet his name is not known outside of this town. This company. He goads me, coaxing me to battle, but ends his speech with an honorable finish….a gentlemanly output….”





“Alright, so…..?”





“I feel this being is intimidated. Worried. Timid. Maybe even just...curious. Does he boast some unknown power we are yet to see? An ability to lift a horse single-handedly, or soar through the air like a raven?”





“Not that we know of….just an all-round good fighter…..and pretty odd gimmick too. He reminds me of Voltron…..”





“Well, then we are done here.”





*Hyperion stands, and begins to descend the steps to his throne platform, but stops.*





“Actually, he did mention one thing that irks me…..my followers. Disciples. Would be denizens of this great hall. These people, all standing before me, are not ‘small folk’, not mindless followers being lead along a false path. These people have gathered here as one because they believe in something, they trust in something. They could spend their time praising the stars of Hollywood, or the man in the White House, but that will not change their lives. That will not improve their lives. I stand before them, a man converted by belief and by faith, transformed into an immortal, a God reborn. I enter the squared arena to conquest the disbelievers, the back my claims. To show the world that my word….is good.”





*There is some rabble from the crowd, some positive commotion.*





“You come before me, some of you weak in your souls, others misguided on your paths….but you follow my example clearly still. I enter each challenge, fearless and unopposed. I wish for you all to live by the same mantra, in your lives and conquests. No task too big, no challenge too hard.”





*More positive banter from the crowd, the followers gathering around his throne closer and closer.”





“Shogun-Tron-”




“TRONSEXUAL!”





“-you have shown me great courage tonight by exposing yourself ahead of our competition, and declaring yourself as my equal. I look forward to our duel in the arena, and I will enjoy my time spent learning your persona some more. But do not think this will be a quick or pain free duelling. I have shown each of my opponents a glance at my Godly prowess, and you will also be so fortunate. Others have not been able to handle the power, and I foresee you too finding it impossible. To be defeated by a God is no shameful result. Take the results of our matching with you on your travels, whether this timeline or next. Tell the world of tomorrow, to expect the unstoppable Hyperion, and how you fell to his might. Your name will be remembered for the ages...as the herald of Hyperion. The man who bent the knee to the new God almighty!”





*Hyperion's followers cheer his name again, as he stands up before his throne, and raises his arms for his disciples. He bows and plays with his people, as Bodhi deals with the camera guy.*





“You get all that?”





“Yup, got it all!”





“Good. Edit that shit and get it out there, pronto. This guy is going to the big leagues, and time is running out. By Sunday, I want to see the name Hyperion written everywhere- t-shirts, posters, foam fingers.”





“Got it, edit and upload. I’ll get it done tonight. Next time, call me earlier in the day. My wife is gonna be pissed tomorrow.”





“Ah, it's all part of the job. Here, buy yourself a sixer.”





*Bodhi slips a $20 into the camera mans shirt pocket, and shoots him a wink. He packs up his gear and starts to carry it outside to where an “AWF” van is parked up. One of the followers helps him move stuff, so that he can get the promo done and uploaded quickly, for Shogun-Tron to see Hyperion's response….”

[Dave D-Flipz]

*The camera opens back up on Shogun-Tron about 25 minutes after his initial appearance. There are a few cleaning crew around now. Shogun suddenly stands bolt upright. He puts his head to the side in thought and raises one finger*

: Oh my God, God-like Deity, or Pure Luck for Atheists! I just had a thought! A concerning thought. One that I'm frankly concerned about my mental state that I didn't think of before. Maybe Price did knock my head around more than I thought.

*he pulls out the TRONLINE! ... it's an old Nokia brick phone ... very um ... FUTUREistic?*

: Let me just input the commands to my TRONLINE!

*He dials a number then holds the phone to his helmet ear.*

: Go for Papa Palpatine!

: Um ... yes sure. Hey Xtreme-Tron ... did we um .. did we remember to make sure Hyperion was even in this state nevermind arena before we decided to send me out here? You know so we didn't act like Nelly did?

: Whoa what's this we stuff? YOU decided to walk out there. The rest of us are here looking for the missing Hyperbeer. I'm sending Mini back to the liqu... er THE FUTURE! ... to get more. Maybe pumpkin flavored, I hear it is a holiday season here in ... THE PAST! ANd to answer your question ... that's your job. Did YOU look at his schedule?

: Oh my God, God-like deity, or Pure Luck for atheists I am a fool! Sometimes the lack of instantaneous travel irks me so. The historical hero called Goku figured it out, why can't we even so far in ... THE FUTURE! Well quick set up the projector, I want to watch the recording of his reply ... if he made one ... in hologram form so I can get a sense for the true appearance of this man.

*Seven Nation Army (Team Tron mix) hits the speakers again as SHogun poses and hangs up the phone then walks to the back looking quite dejected.*

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*We open back up in the locker room where Xtreme and Techno wait for Shogun. Mini must be on that hyperbeer run.*

: Well my friends has he replied?

: You are in luck the AWF cameraman called us to let us know to watch. Apparently we can reply right to the screen in his ... um ... dojo? Dungeon? Sex toy shop? Whatever. He will see our reply live as he leaves his throne.

: Ah good I... throne? The man has a throne? Huh .. he really does figure himself to be a God. But I read his profile surely he is just a man!

: Supposedly the God is just a consciousness within the man and they alternate control. The man is frankly as scary as the God though ... criminal, real bad dude, bad ass too. Best be careful.

: Ah good. Well let's get the projector going.

*They turn on the hologram projector. SPARED NO EXPENSE! It's like those ones they used on that Tupac hologram, lifesize. Mongo isn't going to be happy when he finds out Mini charged it to the XHF company credit card. The image lights up and soon the man is projected standing full height in front of a projected throne as he finally stops*

“Actually, he did mention one thing that irks me…..my followers. Disciples. Would be denizens of this great hall. These people, all standing before me, are not ‘small folk’, not mindless followers being lead along a false path. These people have gathered here as one because they believe in something, they trust in something. They could spend their time praising the stars of Hollywood, or the man in the White House, but that will not change their lives. That will not improve their lives. I stand before them, a man converted by belief and by faith, transformed into an immortal, a God reborn. I enter the squared arena to conquest the disbelievers, the back my claims. To show the world that my word….is good.”

*Shogun stops and just stands a foot from the image. Staring upwards into the massive man. He just stands in awe as the promo completes. In Hyperion's church the cameraman from AWF gets a call and stops Hype and Bodhi from leaving. He points to a screen where the trons response is now being broadcast live to Hyperion.*

: ... Oh ... my ........ You ... you are ... large. I had no idea. ... This would explain how you managed to find so many little people to be your friends ... you and your manager are just ... very ... tall ... and they are average sized. Not ... the other way around.

*He pauses to think*

: In retrospect I suppose that is far more logical. Two outliers in height and um ... in your case muscle ... is MUCH more common than ... however many people are in your um ... house? bunker? Planet Fitness gym? Well ... this is most troubling. It seems I shall have to once again train in an entirely new style for this match. I have fought a man my own size known for flying. I have fought a man slightly larger than me known for his violence and brawling. It appears now I must once again train to take down a larger opponent, a ... much ... larger opponent. DId you know your abs have abs? It's quite impressive actually. If you were a little more heroic and less ... bloodlusty ... you could make an excellent Tron. We are sadly in need of a larger fighter now that my valiant leader is gone.

*They hold their heads down in a moment of silence for Lazor. And no Bongo isn't here this time, he's with Mongo helping orchestrate the tournament. He is a good friend after all.*

: Well I will not let this deter me. Hyperion your admiration for your followers IS admirable in itself. But I must confess the logic behind why they should follow you and not just anyone kind of sounds reminiscent of Joel Osteen ... or Scientology. You should be careful where you throw around that reborn by faith line. It routinely leads to problems. After all there was a tag team in XHF who tried to convert the entire locker room once using the name of God as their weapon. Granted they claimed to be his disciples and prophets not ... you know Yahweh himself ... but still ... their careers didn't go the way they had planned. Yet you have the advantage of your size and physique. No doubt you rely on your power and your size to give you an advantage. I must warn you, us trons are trained in THE FUTURE ... to handle just such people. I am not fearful of your stature. And well ... even if you really are a God reborn you admit yourself to being just a man in your physical form which means you have all the same problems all big men have. Problems I can exploit with my superior technical prowess. Worry not my foe, I will bring you a fight worthy of your proclaimed stature and worthy of the semifinals to this auspicious tournament. No more confusing your name or misunderstanding what you are. I will bring all seriousness to this fight and I will find a way to prevail. For while you may not be a purely malevolent being ... the one currently holding the X*Crown title surely is. And I must win this tournament to have a chance to remove the title from her foul clutches. Let it be known I see you as a worthy opponent, one who should I fall I would not be disappointed. But I also fully intend to come out victorious as I have twice before. Until SUnday I bid you adieu!

*He turns around*

: Huh did you see the size of that man? I had no idea. His last match we watched he was equal to his foe! ... Oh ... his foe was another monster. I understand. Well ... that is a new development but ... as the leader of the Trons it is my duty to handle it. Now ... where is that hyperbeer ...

*we fade out*

[Hyperion]

*The scene opens up in Hyperion’s throne room, the day after Hyperion and Shogun-Tron’s cross debate. Hyperion sits upon his throne, relaxed yet off in a daze. He rests his head on his hand, like the one true Jarl Balgruuf the Greater. Bodhi walks up the steps to him, a six-pack of beer in her hand.*





“What's on your mind Hypy?





“This ‘Tron’ character….He speaks as if he knows the universe, but fails to prove it. He knows nothing of the future, and is unfamiliar with the past...but he dares question my will, my presence.”





“Kay….and the problem with that is?”





“Not a problem, truly….more of a concern, perhaps. If the man believes himself to this...timeless being, and dress accordingly, then he may be more lost in the mind than expected.”





“You’re one to talk.”





“I accept that.”





*Bodhi pulls a couple of bottles from the six-pack, and twists the caps off both. She hands Hyperion a beer, which he swigs right away. Bodhi takes a drink from hers too, and takes a seat on the arm of Hyperion's throne.*





“This ale you have handed me, it is-”





“-disgusting. What the fuck did I buy?....BANG Beer? Those weirdos are making their own beer now??”





*Hyperion takes another gulp from his bottle.*





“It is sour to the tongue, and spicy to the palette. It confuses me, but I am intrigued. In Greece we would brew ale’s from the finest harvest, and share it with our captains and generals after a good battle. Such simpler times…”





“Was it any good? The beer?”





“Yes, many men would fight for me just to taste the spoils of war! I believe my ale motivated them more than my voice!”





“Could you remake it? With the world going crazy for craft beers, and robots going to the future to get some, it looks like crafting our own hooch might be a steady side hobby.”





“Perhaps, it has been many years….but I am sure it will return to me again. ‘Hyperion's Harvest’, as it was once named.”





“I don't like the sound of that, too fancy….how about “Hyperion”, plain and simple. Guys and gals could pick up a case of ‘Hyperion’ beers, sling some back watching a fight. ‘Hey brah, toss me a Hype beer!’ “





“I like the sound of that….’Hype beer’....that robot is fond of Hype beer. Perhaps after our match he can be our first customer.”





“No dude, they drink Hyper beers…...wait…….”





“What is it?”





“Ok, hang on…...gimme a sec……”





“Bodhi?”





“You know how things change in time, names, descriptions, things like that? People change spellings, words change languages? What if….and this might be crazy…..but Hyper beers, from the future, are really Hyperion beers? What if this plan is about to happen, and we nail it?”





“....I do not follow….”





“OK this Tron dude and his pack of wind-up dolls, they claim to be from the future. And, they are always talking about getting beers in the future, and bringing them back to 2017 to drink….so what if they are going to the future to buy Hyperion beers, but in time the name changes slightly, and people call it Hyper for short? Same way nobody calls it Budweiser anymore, it's not 1999. You go to the bar and ask for a Bud…..”





“OK, I understand….slightly….”





“Which means, this idea of us making beers, calling them Hyperion beers, and selling them….really takes off. Fans will buy them, the name will grow bigger and bigger, and people will praise you even more, drinking to your name...literally.”





“So you consider this idea to be a fruitful venture?”





“Hype man, not only do I think so, I KNOW so. We make Hyperion beer today, everyone buys it. Its delicious, it lives on through the years. Flash forward to the future, and Hyperion beer is still being sold, but is now abbreviated to Hyper, instead of the full Hyperion. It’s so good, that time travelling robots, here in 2017, fly back to the future to get some and drink some.”





“.......very well thought out Bodhi. But you are over-compensating one thing….for this story to be truth, this means that these Trons in fact DO have the ability to time-travel, even though there is no proof, nor any actually benefit from them due to it.”





“Also true Hype, good point. So it's a coin toss- either we make beer so god-damn delicious it lasts forever, and time travelling sex-bots love the shit, drinking something named after you…..OR….they are full of shit, and cannot time travel at all. In which case they are going to a local store and buying whatever drool is on sale. It’s that simple- it's either A or B. And only Shoggy-T can tells us which. There ARE NO OTHER OPTIONS. Either Hyperion owns the beer you love, or you are full of B-S about time travel. And underneath the clothes you are really some geeky kid.”





“Very interesting observation Bodhi.”





*The two clink bottles, and take another swig from their drinks.*





“Well this is just foul.”





“Yeah this tastes like hot piss.”





*We fade out on the two partners, sitting on the throne and contemplating how Dave D-Flipz will ever top this RP. Fade out.*

[Dave D-Flipz]

Win or lose this chain, for this match may be the most fun I've had RPing for a match in a LOOOONG time. Like since the days when I was actually using Shogun and the Trons along with my guys Testament in a story about a "possessed" title belt. Fun times. Thank you sir.

[Hyperion]

Haha nothing like shooting the shit with friends!

What about that hyperbeer correlation though? GENIUS.

[Mongo the Destroyer]

OOC: I loved the Hyper Beer stuff