.Marcus Anderson and Tarrasque are leaving a local gymnasium. Tarrasque is freshly showered from his work out and sparring session with nearly a dozen sparring partners at once to test what it might be like in the Lunar Rumble.
Tarrasque - Me tell you me already fight Rumbles before. Me fight Rumbles, me fight War Games, me fight in Hardkore Helloween matches, and more! Me am…me am kind of old.
Marcus laughs, looking up and down the street for their limo that should be picking them up.
Marcus Anderson - You’ve been wrestling my whole life so yeah. You are old. I don’t know how you’re so young looking when you’re actually old.
Tarrasque just shrugs with a laugh.
Tarrasque - That part of experimenting do good.
When there’s no limo to be found, Marcus gets on his phone to message the driver, but then a red limo pulls up to the gym. A red limo with the Warhammer Corporate symbol on it. Head Warhammer Corporate symbol rather than Warhammer North America. The driver gets out and opens the back door for Tarrasqure and Marcus Anderson to get into. They oblige and find that they are sharing a limo with “God’s Gift” Jeremiah Vastrix.
Jeremiah Vastrix - Hey, funny running into you guys here. We have much to talk about.
Marcus Anderson - I don’t know that we do. You guys are the ones who kidnapped Tarrasque when he was a child and transformed him into this.
Jeremiah just shrugs with a laugh.
Jeremiah Vastrix - Oh come on now. He’s older than I am so I did nothing. Besides, if they did not try to turn him into a super soldier, he would have never met you and you wouldn’t be friends now. So there is much to thank us for.
Tarrasque growls.
Tarrasque - Xian Tsar kill my family so him can get me. Me no forgive Warhammer.
Jeremiah Vastrix - Dude, if you want Xian Tsar, that’s no skin off my nose, man. You can rip him and his Black Guard to ribbons if you like, but I think they would take you down quickly. Xian is some magic guy and you know the Black Guard are armed with magic and powerful weapons. No matter how strong you are, a few shots will take you down.
Marcus looks to Tarrasque, who looks at Jeremiah, but not at Jeremiah as he seeks knowledge from the Akashic Records about the concept of taking on Xian Tsar and the Black Guard. He shakes his head, coming back to Earth.
Tarrasque - Me would die if me fight. Me still want try though.
Jeremiah Vastrix - Maybe after Tribal Warfare. Look. I need a team going into this event as my team will be taking on the nKo. Five-person teams so I need you, Tarrasque, to join my team.
Tarrasque - Why me want join your team? Who else you got?
Jeremiah Vastrix - Well, you are kind of the first person that I have gone to in order to form a team. See, I was thinking you, Bad Company, and Abigail Dresden.
Tarrasque - They not agree help you.
Jeremiah Vastrix looks sour, his blue glowing cybernetic eye dimming a little bit.
Jeremiah Vastrix - What makes you say that?
Tarrasque just shakes his head with a smile and taps his temple. Marcus Anderson speaks up from there.
Marcus Anderson - He can see into the Akashic Records and knows how people feel about you. You are heir to the blackest mega corporation in the world. Just because they have a good public relations with ninety-five percent of the world at large doesn’t mean that the five percent don’t know what goes on behind the scenes. The wars started by a Warhammer employee who is trying to make a buck. How much of the human trafficking in the world is done by Warhammer? He won’t be joining you as he has said.
Jeremiah sighs, but knows when he doesn’t have a leg to stand upon. He reaches into a storage section in the arm of the limo behind the door and pulls out what looks like an oxygen mask.
Jeremiah Vastrix - I wish you had listened to me, both of you, but I’m not one to hold a grudge.
Jeremiah puts the mask on and Marcus notices that a gas is being pumped into the back section of the limo. Marcus and Tarrasque are quickly knocked out. Jeremiah presses a button to clear the air and takes the mask off before pressing the button to lower the barrier.
Jeremiah Vastrix - You can make a stop at the next bus stop. These two will be leaving the car.
Driver - Yes, sir.
Jeremiah Vastrix pulls out his smartphone and begins to flip through contacts.
Jeremiah Vastrix - I don’t know who to contact next.
Driver - Just go to the ring and make an open plea to the backroom about needing a team. I can’t imagine what Armand would do as heir to the Warhammer Corporation.
Jeremiah Vastrix - Nothing good would come of it. Yes, I’ll make a plea to the roster. This stop is fine.
The limo is pulled over to a bus stop, where the limo driver helps Jeremiah drag the two unconscious bodies out onto the bench and quickly leave.
Jeremiah Vastrix - I need to relax. Take me to a nightclub, please.
Driver - Sure thing.
It is hours later before Tarrasque wakes up first and begins to nudge Marcus awake. When Marcus sits up on the bench, he looks around.
Marcus Anderson - Where are we?
Tarrasque - Only few block away from gym.
Marcus Anderson - Alrighty. I’ll call up the limo company again. You want to eat?
Tarrasque feels his belly that is rumbling from his work out. The super soldier experiment also ramped up his metabolism so he requires far more calories than the average athlete.
Tarrasque - Me like.
An hour later, the pair are at a local buffet. Marcus is finished eating and is sipping at a coffee while Tarrasque is on his sixth mounded plate of food that he is eating away at like he were on his first.
Marcus Anderson - So, what’s your strategy going to be at the Lunar Rumble?
Tarrasque swallows his bite of food and smiles real big.
Tarrasque - Me going beat people up and throw them over the top rope. That how you win the match!
Marcus Anderson - I suppose that’s an honest answer. If you win -
Tarrasque - When me win.
Marcus Anderson - When you win, you will get a title shot at the CWF Conquest champion at Tribal Warfare. I think that the champion is still going to be Abigail Dresden. Do you have anything to say to her?
Tarrasque - First me say about Conquest championship. Me was cheated in tournament. Me speak truths about CJ Walker and me get disqualified in match.
Marcus Anderson - You lost.
Tarrasque - Come on. Me really lose? Me was told lose.
Marcus Anderson - I don’t know that I agree with that, but I also don’t disagree. Now what would you say to Abigail?
Tarrasque - Me say that me am strong! Me was always destined be champion. You good, Abigail, but me better. Me beat you in ring and become champion. Now, me back eating.
With that dismissal, Tarrasque goes back to stuffing his face with the food he had gathered on his most recent plate. Marcus Anderson just shrugs with a laugh.
Marcus Anderson - Wonderful. Guess we will see you guys at Lunar Warfare.
The scene fades as Tarrasque continues to eat.
