Jobbers in Paradise.

[Shane Sullivan]

We can hope. I’m more curious how all that gets edited in post. Nobody tells me anything I just observe the nonscense and report.

[throwingtoasters]

You are a good writer and I'm eager to read more!

[Shane Sullivan]

Chapter 9: So begins the Impossible

Ram & Antak the First’s promo: The crowd goes quiet as a scene plays out on the holo-board. Andromeda system, eighth planet from the sun.
A ship heads into high orbit and turns on its Osk drive leaving this system in a blink. The blue world with its lush green landscapes begins to brown and yellow as the world slowly turns. Screams from a world dying play out over the sound system. The scene shifts to Antak the First and Ram sitting together in a room. Vice in a three piece suit sits between them.

“That is always a rough watch, even I feel something when watching that horror play out. How does it make you feel Antak?”

Antak’s antennae twitch at the stupid question. His Pedi palps clank together in annoyance. He looks over at Vice.

“You are very stupid. *Tktk* You know why we are here, yet you ask *Tktk* this stupid question.”

“Hey. I just ask what I’m told to ask. Don’t get all uppity with me ant.”

A hand reaches over and grabs Vice by the back of the head and slams him hard against the table. His glasses fly off and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he falls back off camera. Ram looks hard into the camera, Antak stand behind him.

“Commander Ender. We know it was you. We know you destroyed our planet. You’re too chicken to step out from behind the skirt of CPC and say you did it. But we know. We were not the enemy of the Volans or Procyons, now we are. Everything we do is to bring CPC and Commander Ender to justice. Since the United Federations of Stars and Planets found you not guilty due to lack of evidence, we will bring Justice here. You may have slowed us down by putting us in a match together, but you have underestimated our hatred of you. We will succeed.”

Ram turns and heads off screen. Antak stares at the screen for an awkward amount of time till the screen shift to Salvation and Sin behind the announcers table.

“Ah…ok. Well that was Ram and Antak the First. They should be out in a moment.” Sin says slightly shocked.

“I hope Vice is ok.”

“Let’s hope we are all ok after this one.”

Ram’s music hits but Ram and Antak both head to the ring.

Antak the First Vs. Ram – Match 1 – Impossible tournament fight in match.

Both men bowed to each other as the bell rang. Ram quickly ran across the ring and began punching Antak into the corner. Antak was able to weather the storm and hit a vicious clothesline. He jumped to the top turnbuckle and Ram rolled out as Antak sailed across the ring and hit the mat hard. Ram took the offensive and picked up Antak, hit a running lariat, and finally hit his finisher the Battering Ram. Carapace littered the ring from the violent head butt.

Ram picked up his friend after the match and yelled in to the camera.

“This is on you too Ender. I’m coming for you.”

The camera switches to Sin and Salvation.

“Well Commander Ender knows his first round opponent next week in the Impossible Tournament. He better be ready. Ender has been on a roll and quite the monster in CPC, but that is one angry Andromedian.”

“That’s right Sal, Ender will crush this fool. He may or may not have caused the Andromedians to devolve but he does know how to fight.”

“I hope Antak the first is ok. That was quite a blow.”

“What? Who cares about Antak the first, he’s a stupid ant. Stop being a sissy….”

“You’re a sissy.”

“Hey. Whoa. Slow down man. I was just kidding….you don’t have to be so harsh.”

“Sorry.”

“Ok, but geez. “

Silence happens for a moment as Sin looks off camera. Salvation smiles.

“Ok just got word our next match is about to begin. Let’s head up to the Holo Screen.”

“Yeah. Ok.” Sin says sadly.

Match 2: Cheetoh Montalban vs. Montrol the Magnificent.

A promo package shows Cheetoh with his yellow mask, doing flips and amazing tricks off the ropes and turnbuckles, he looks svelte and his abs look huge.
The voiceover guy does a quick promo on how he is one of Cetus up and coming talents.

The word Cheetoh explodes on the screen and out comes Southwest huge and with his scarred chest glistening from the water Maggie threw on him. He is wearing the yellow mask but the shorts seem too small for the large man. Maggie follows him out screaming and yelling. Southwest just plods to the ring.

“Whoa looks like Cheetoh put on some pounds!” Sin pulls up his sun glasses to get a better look.

“Yep, maybe he’s been working out in preparation for the Impossible tournament.”

“Looks kinda burnt too. “

“That’s not nice, he’s obviously been in a fire at one time. He’s got to be very tough to be able to endure something like that.”

“Whatever, he looks soft, like you.”

“You’re soft.”

“Hey..what… the..that was hurtful man.”

“Sorry.”

“Sure….yeah…” Sin goes silent.

“Montrol is next. I love this guy!” Salvation says excited.

“Whatever.”

Montrol’s music hits and the lights go out in the arena. Pin pricks of light begin to strobe around the arena. As the music picks up tempo, the lights grow bigger and spin madly about. Finally the music abruptly ends. Everyone in the arena goes silent, except for Maggie who is cussing up a storm in his thick Scottish accent. The lights all converge at the top of the ramp. Montrol stands looking down with one hand raised in a fist. When he looks up the music starts again and the crowd goes absolutely nuts.

“I can barely hear myself think!” Salvation yells.

“Cuz you’re deaf.” Sin smirks.

“You’re deaf.”

Sin’s mouth drops open and he quickly crosses his arms very hurt by Salvations comment.

“Sorry.”

Sin continues to pout.

“Montrol the Magnificent! The Savior of CTA-102 and friend of Earthlings everywhere! He’s coming out of retirement for one more shot at the tournament and the title. It is great to see him back. Sin?"

Sin just waves his top hand to dismiss Salvation.

Montrol steps up the ringside steps, as he does the fans stomp in time to his steps. Montrol smiles as he enters the ring, waving to his fans. He walks over to Southwest, who is fidgeting with his mask, and extends his hand for a hand shake. Southwest looks down and shrugs. He shakes Montrol’s hand and the crowd erupts in a chant. “Montrol is going to kill you.”

The ring announcer leaves the ring and the ref calls for the bell.


Southwest slides to his right and Montrol matches. Both men circle each other for a second and then come at each other to tie up. Southwest clearly the stronger of the two pushes Montrol back against the ropes. The ref calls for a break. Southwest steps back lightly and the two again circle the ring.
Maggie yells out a loud “Now!” Southwest drops his left hand to his thigh and comes over with a huge right. It hits Montrol in the face, straight into his nose. Montrol crumples to the mat completely out. Southwest jumps on the prone man and the ref counts to three very slowly. He looks at the silent crowd, knowing things are about to go very badly. Southwest jumps up and adjusts his mask. Only Maggie is screaming and yelling in joy. The rest of the arena is silent. The ref raises Southwest’s hand and quickly jumps from the ring and runs like the devil is chasing him up the ramp. The boos start slowly, but soon the arena is so loud with them even Maggie stops and looks around.

“We should go!” Southwest yells at Maggie.

“What?”

“We should probably run.”

“Why?”

A bottle flies into the ring barely missing Maggie’s head. In seconds trash is flying in from all sides. Southwest grabs Maggie and jumps from the ring. Fans are spitting and throwing everything that isn’t nailed down as the two men run for the back curtain.

CPC is sitting in his grand box looking at the ring. He has a very worried look on his face.

“That is not Cheetoh.”

Commander Ender sits next to him smiling.

“No, that most defiantly is not Cheetoh. If I had to guess, I would say that is Star Warrior.”

CPC slams his hand down on the chair he’s sitting in.

“I had him killed.”

“Well job well done then.”

“Continue your mockery at your peril Sir Ender.”

Hey, I’m just saying if you would have sent me instead of the idiot Hell. You would have had much better results.”

“Solaris. He is behind this. I need to stop this now, this could ruin everything.”

CPC gets up and starts to head out.

“You coming?”

“Nah, wouldn’t want to mock you on accident, I like this time period.”

CPC stares at the back of Ender’s head and points a finger. His face is angry and tight.

“Fine. We will continue this conversation later.”

“looking forward to it….boss.”

CPC pushes through the door and heads down to the locker rooms.

Commander Ender continues to look down at the ring, where security has gotten order in the crowd and has helped the dazed Montrol the Magnificent from the ring.

Salvation and Sin have taken refuge from the debris under the announcers table.

“Did not see that coming.” Sin says.

“Neither did Montrol. Cheetoh almost took his head off with that punch.”

“Right. That was downright scary, plus I think that was an Impossible tournament record, minute and twelve seconds. Safe to say Montrol is headed back into retirement. Just like you, he just didn’t have it anymore."

“You don’t have it anymore.”

“You are so mean tonight! What did I ever do to you?!”

“Sorry.”

“Whatever.”

“Well folks with that huge upset Cheetoh Montalban will face the most dangerous man Pit Viper next week. Standby, we have Soulwatcher heading to the ring.

Match 3: Soulwatcher vs. Death Knight.

The holoscreen shows Soulwatcher wrestling on the underground circuit, his size hides his strength. Many scenes show him hitting his torture rack backbreaker. The masked wrestler runs to the ring as his music hits.

Death Knight’s promo has him punching heavy bags with his robotic hands. The bags rip and fly apart with every blow.
“Everyone fears the Death Knight!”

Death Knight comes through the crowd as his music hits. It takes him a few minutes to get to the ring as he stops and stands with the fans. Beers are handed to him and he pounds them through his mask openings, all the while not taking his eyes off Soulwatcher.

“Death Knight certainly is a fan favorite.” Salvation coos.

“He’s got metal hands. Of course people love him, everyone loves metal. Well except you, you like boy bands”

“You’re in a boy band.”

“That’s it!! I’ve had enough of this abuse.” Sin gets up from his seat and leaves the booth in a huff.

“Sorry!”

Death Knight finally gets into the ring. Smoke comes out of his mask as he jumps up on the middle turnbuckle and puts his arms up. The crowd goes nuts.

Soulwatcher uses his kicks and knees to keep Death Knight back and out of distance for a while. Soulwatcher hits a brilliant DDT off the ropes and looks to have the match won, but Death Knight powers out at two. The fans keep yelling DK DK DK! Death Knight using the fans chants to fire him up, hits a two fisted flying punch, finally hitting the Meltdown to put away the game challenger Soulwatcher.

Salvation is by himself and is smiling as the camera pans to him.

“Looks like Death Knight advances, he will face the Interplanetary Champion Tyranny in the first round. Our last match of the evening is the one I have been waiting for. Cosmos vs. Ursa Major. On paper, this looks like a mismatch of epic proportions. But I remember Cosmos, before Sin and I retired to the commentary booth, we practiced with him and he had all the talent in the world. If the powers that be did their homework this young man would have been a great one. But alas he was thrown in the ring and had to face a monster that was never seen or heard from again. It almost cost him everything. But tonight he is back to try and make his dreams come true. He will have to go through one of the greatest wrestlers in the last half decade in Ursa Major. Having been on hiatus for nine months filming a movie, the former Interplanetary champion is back with a vengeance. I think this one has fight of the night written all over it. Right Sin?....Sin?”

The lights go out and the Holo-screen lights up. Cosmos is standing in front of the camera.

“My Name is Cosmos.”

Music hits loud. A cut scene to a young Cosmos wrestling Moonstrike.

The scene shifts back to Cosmos.

“Urster, Ursa it doesn't matter who the hell I'm fighting in this stupid ass tournament. I'm going to break off his legs and hand you one as a souvenir then all of Cetus we see what a real man looks like!”
Another scene of young Cosmos putting on a figure four leg lock on Tano and he’s tapping like crazy.

Back to Cosmos.

“Now you get the hell out of my face!”

The lights come up and Cosmos stands at the top of the ramp both hands in the air. He slowly walks down to the ring. Before he steps on the bottom ringside steps, Ursa Major’s music hits. The lights are magnificent in their splendor. The music is in time with the lights. The crowd is cheering very loud as Ursa Major comes out in his long sequenced robe. He slowly turns around so everyone can see him. His valet Cassandra opens his robe slowly then as she bends in front of him she quickly rips the robe off revealing the chiseled physique of the former Interplanetary Champion. Ursa strolls slowly to the ring. He stops and admires women who are cheering his name. Cassandra sneers at them and pulls Ursa along to the ring. Ursa waits for Cassandra to hold open the ropes for him; he then slinks on in to the ring. He stops by the ref in the corner and points to his eyes then at Cosmos. He laughs as he heads to his corner.

The music ends at the ref calls for the bell.

Match 4: Ursa Major vs. Cosmos.

At the bell Ursa sprints at Cosmos and hits a beautiful drop kick that send Cosmos out of the ring and sprawled out on the floor. Ursa, quickly jumps up to the top turnbuckle and hits a suicide plancha right on top of the prone Cosmos. Ursa quickly rolls into the ring and sits down in the corner. Cassandra feeds him grapes as the ref counts. Cosmos grits his teeth in pain and hears seven, then eight. A sense of urgency hits him and he pops up and pulls himself into the ring at the count of ten, just making the count. Ursa sees Cosmos gasping for air and all fours. He smiles at Cassandra and then runs and cannonballs Cosmos to the mat. He jumps up and pulls Cosmos to the center of the ring and applies the Masterlock. The pain the hits Cosmos is almost more than he can handle. Screaming he realizes that the ref is hitting the mat, he quickly lifts his shoulders. He looks at the smiling Ursa Major who is applying more pressure, if that was even possible.

“Don’t remember me do you Thantos? I remember you.”

Cassandra gets on the apron cheering her man, the ref goes over to get her down and Ursa grabs the ropes behind him and uses them to apply even more pressure to the hold. Cosmos starts to have that feeling he is going to pass out. He freaks out. Thrashing and panicking Cosmos is able to grab the ropes. The ref calls out to four and Ursa lets go. Cosmos slides to the floor of the ring holding his ruined, broken knee. The knee that monster destroyed…..His repaired knee, the knee Solaris fixed. The knee still works. Cosmos calms down realizing his knee hurts like hell, it held up. All those squats did pay off. He might even have to tell Massif thanks, probably not.

Smiling Cosmos looks over the apron at Ursa being primped and doted on by Cassandra and the ref counting to five. He begins to run around the ring. The crowd get loud as they know something is about to happen. Coming up on Cassandra he swipes the legs out from under her. She crashes had to the apron then on to the floor, hard. Ursa screams in protest and looks down at his girl. Cosmos slides in behind him and hits a reverse skullcrusher DDT. Ursa grabs the back of his head in pain and Cosmos kips up and stomps on his face. Ursa dazed tries to roll out of the ring but is pulled back through the ropes, Cosmos hits a waistlock suplex, quickly stands up and is hit from behind with a chair from an enraged Cassandra. He goes down like a ton of bricks. The ref, points to the curtain and kicks Cassandra from the ringside area. She is stomping up and down but makes her way to the back.

Ursa gets his wits about him and notices Cosmos unmoving on the mat. He walks over holding the back of his head and knees Cosmos in the back. Still not moving Ursa rolls Cosmos over on to his back. The ref jumps down and begins his count. At 2 and 9/10ths Cosmos kicks out. Unbelieving Ursa pulls up the groggy Cosmos and begins the Countdown to Suplexville. Continuing German suplexes, till someone goes limp or he gets tired. He drives Cosmos over and over into the mat. The crowd is counting along. As they reach eight, Cosmos is able to grab the top rope and stop the devastation. Ursa pulls but can’t get him over, he lets Cosmos go only to receive a spinning back elbow. Both men fall to the floor, Cosmos to his knees, Ursa to his stomach. The stomping of the crowd is manic as they love this match. Ursa finally stirs and starts to push up from the ground. Cosmos sees he’s getting up, crawls over to punch Ursa in the face. Both men are at their knees at this point. They both trade punches back and forth. Cosmo’s nose is bleeding and Ursa’s right eye is closed. Cosmos blocks a punch and hits a DDT from his knees. Breathing heavily, he rolls over top Ursa and stands up in the middle of the ring. He wobbles a bit. Ursa rolls over on to his back and looks up at Cosmos.

“I hate you.”

“Good, I hate you too.”

Cosmos kicks Ursa in the nuts. The ref yells for him to stop or he will DQ him. Cosmos grabs Ursa’s right leg and then grabs the left. Ursa is grabbing his nether region and trying to breathe.

“Let’s see how you like it jerk.”

Cosmos slaps on the Masterlock. He grits his teeth and arches his back. Ursa Major’s eyes go wide and he slaps the mat in quick, rapid succession. The ref looks astonished, he even asks are you sure to Ursa. Ursa is screaming, yes and multiple curse words aimed at the ref. The ref waves his hands and signals for the bell. Cosmos releases the hold and struggles to stand. He kicks Ursa Major as he writhes in pain.

“I don’t even know you, you jackass.”

Cosmos has his hand raised in victory by a stunned referee.

“Will you look at that? Two upsets in one night.” Salvation is still alone.

“Cosmos put down Ursa Major with his own move. Looks like Cosmos will be meeting the always ready and able Astro Turk in next week’s granddaddy of them all the Impossible Tournament. That is all for tonight, I’m Salvation……………”

Sin pops up behind Salvation holding a hot dog. “And I’m Sin. We will see you next week. Goodnight.”

The show goes off the air.

CPC is walking with purpose to the locker room. He pushes open the door and sees Southwest with the Cheetoh mask still on. Maggie is holding a beer and still yelling crazy stuff in a thick Scottish brogue.

“Congratulations Cheetoh.” CPC quickly walks up to Southwest hand extended.

“OY Damn!” Maggie tries to head off the approaching Champion, but Southwest is already bring up his fist to attack.

“Whoa!” CPC stops and throws up one hand in submission. “CPC is just looking to offer congratulations.”

“Look elsewhere.” Snarls Southwest.

“You’ve gotten bigger since CPC saw you last.”

“I’m taking steroids.” Southwest says with a growl.

“Ah. CPC sees. Your accent has changed too.”

“Enough of this crap.” Southwest begins to advance on CPC and is about to fight, when a slew of reporters come through the door. CPC puts something he had in his other hand in his pocket.

“Come in everyone; come see the newest member of CPC wrestling!”

CPC works his way through the crowd and back out through the door. Southwest never takes his eyes off him. Maggie intercepts the media and is yelling curse words and screaming.

Lastly we head to the dressing room of Cosmos, who is holding his face down in a bucket of ice. Massif is standing watch by the door. Solaris is looking pleased.

“Well Solaris, how you think the kid did?”

“Better than I hoped, they both did.”

“Nice, you should say that to Cosmo’s broken face.”

“Yes. I think I will.”

“You see that nose? He’s done. That thing is flat as a pancake.”

“I will fix it.”

At this, Cosmos pops his head out of the bucket with a loud gasp.

“That sucked.”

Solaris walks over and stares at the busted nose of Cosmos.

“I think it is an improvement.”

“Hardy har har.”

“You did very well tonight. Ursa Major was trained by the very best of his timeline.”

“Yeah? Who was that?”

“Why you, of course.”

“Well then. I hate me too.”

“Let’s fix this shall we?”

“Yeah, yeah, this will hurt…just do it.”

Solaris grabs Cosmos face and light shines out. Cosmos gasps in pain and we will be back next time for the first round of the Impossible tournament.
End Chapter 9.

[TTX]

Montrol the Magnificent....so fun. Really good stuff.

[WTIC]

Creative and a great read!

Love Southwest "taking steroids", LOL! You don't see wrestlers admit that these days to anyone, haha! Perhaps Southwest was joking? I guess that's "up to you, promoter"!

[cman]

The following holotube cast was recorded a few days ago.

Generic rock music plays and a montage of clips hit the screen showing Gordon G. Smack with his various guests mixed with highlights of his various matches. Cue to Gordon sitting at his desk with a huge smile on his face.

"Welcome holotubers to another episode of Smack Talk! As usual I am your very special host Gordon G. Smack, and tonight will be a very special show. My guest is one of the greatest superstars to ever grace a ring anywhere in the Galaxy. But before we get to him, sadly there will be no clips of me tonight. I have been in preparations for my eventual inclusion in CPC's Impossible Tournament. I will talk more about that later in the cast."

"Right now it is time to introduce my guest. If you havent figured out who it is by the shirt I am wearing you are a fool. Ladies and Gents, welcome to Smack Talk...Cosmos!" The camera pans over to Cosmos who looks really bored and frustrated about being on the show. "Thanks for that warm welcome I think. So again Pat, why am I here?" GS: "Um it is Gordon, and you are here because I am your biggest fan, and I wanted to talk about your brilliant comeback and Impossible Tournament. How is your knee by the way, you looks in tremendous shape." C: "My knee is just fine, and of course I am in great shape. I plan on winning this stupid tournament and making CPC pay."

GS: "Oh yes, I just loved your fight in match vs Urster Major. You made him look like the glorified undercard bum that he is. Of course had that been me in there with him, the match would have taken a lot less time. I do understand it was your first match back in years though." C: "What are you saying Smack, that you could take me out? That you could beat me so easily because I havent been around in years? If you remember my knee was destroyed." GS: "Woah hold on there Cosmos. Of course I am not saying I could take you easily. What I am saying is, it is amazing that you are back, and I want to be just like you, kicking ass all over. In fact I dont know if you have noticed but CPC has pretty much made this tournament all about him. He has taken and molded all of these nobodies like Commander Sir Ender and Ursa Major and made them into stars, while guys like Chaos are nowhere to be found."

C: "Chaos? Who the hell is Chaos?" GS: "Huh, you dont know...nevermind, getting back to Sir Ender, how did he even get to be Commander anyway? He is the very definition of undercard bum. Next thing you know he will be painting up his face like the Gladiators and calling himself Crush." C: "What? I have no clue what you are talking about, and Commander Ender is nothing to me but a bump in the road on my way to winning the Impossible Tournament. All I care about is winning and finally getting my hands on CPC." GS: "Ok let us talk about CPC. He talks about himself in the third person. Who does that? It isnt like I go around saying GGS welcomes you to Smack Talk, GGS doesnt care what you...sorry wrong phrase..And that is the bottom line because GGS...wait GGS cant say that either, it doesnt matter you have to have a massive ego to talk in the third person." C: "Smack, do I really need to be here or do you want to continue to shill yourself for CPC, I do have better things to do. I have a tournament to win, a tournament that you are not even part of by the way." GS: "Hey! I will be part of Impossible Tournament, CPC is just dragging his stupid feet. Since I have you here, I was hoping that you would give me some extra pointers to improve my game so that I can join you in the main event." C: "Sorry kid, I train nobody, and I sure dont give out pointers, my secrets stay my secrets. Now are we done"

GS: "My producers are telling me to wrap up anyway, so yes we are done. Thanks Cosmos for being my guest, holotubers join me next week when we get our show back to normal, until then Keep on Smacking!" As things fade to black Cosmos just walks off while Gordon can be heard off camera "Holy crap that sucked."

[throwingtoasters]

Ha ha! Perfect cman!!!

[Shane Sullivan]

Home run.

[TTX]

Was just thinking about the show and it's updated. Great work as always.

[Shane Sullivan]

Chapter 10: Crossing the Boss.

Ursa Major sits in a chair across the big desk of Carson P. Century. His head is down and he is obviously scared. CPC just stares back at the sullen man with his hands in steeple. Neither man moves, just the steady clicking of the room clock on the wall and the breathing of both men. After a minute Ursa clears his throat and starts to look up at CPC. One eye is swollen almost shut the other wide, CPC smiles at him as their eyes meet. The smile has no joy in it.

“Sir…I would like to start by saying..”

“shhhussshhhh!” CPC says softly.

“Sir…I am so sorry. I thought I had him. I really did, I thought you said he had a hurt knee. He didn’t break like you said he would.”

“Ursa. Really. You should stop talking.”

Ursa looks back down at the floor. CPC looks at the broken man sitting in front of him with his head down like a dog, his stupid eye all swollen and he is disgusted. He taps the desk with his finger and stands up. He smooths his jacket and fluffs his sleeves. He slowly walks around the desk and towards Ursa. Ursa looks up and tenses. He sits back further in his seat watching CPC come closer, still with that smile on his face.

“Sir…please, I just need….”

CPC reaches the frightened man and puts his hand on his shoulder, causing Ursa to jump a little in his chair.

“Ursa. CPC is not going to hurt you. Calm down. CPC means, CPC should since you really let CPC down” CPC comes behind Ursa and places both his hands on the trapezius muscles. He starts to massage the man. “But CPC did said CPC wouldn’t hurt you. “

CPC massages Ursa for a minute.

“You my friend are very tense. Why so tense Ursa?”

“Um, sir I let you down, and i'm really sorry.” The massaging stops for a moment and then continues.

“CPC sees.”

“Sir, if I could get another chance, I know I could….”

Ursa feels one hand lift from his shoulders, a moment passes, then a tiny prick on the side of his neck.

Hardly any pain at all. Actually he realizes he can't feel anything except the thudding of his heart and the rising and falling of his chest. He tries to speak, but he can only move his eyes. Terror grips him as his chair is slowly turned. Coming to rest facing CPC who still is smiling that horrible smile, Ursa knows he is in deep trouble.

“Ursa. My friend. My Betrayer, to say i'm disappointed...well, understatement of the year...no..more like the Century.”

Ursa’s eyes go wide but he can do nothing but sit and stare.

CPC goes down to a knee so he can look into the eyes of his captive.

“Ursa. When CPC found you on your world, CPC saved you. Thantos possessed by Godsend had a death grip on your world, you were Thantos’s lackey, a stooge. He trained, but never unleashed you. He put you in impossible matches, mostly to give himself a laugh at your expense. He was slowly breaking you, ending you and your fledgling career, possible even your life. CPC pulled you from his grip and brought you to CPC’s world. Where he showered you with everything you ever dreamed of. A hot valet who answered to your every pitiful desire, money, fame, stardom to the likes of no one else here in CPC has ever reached. CPC gave you training, helped you win championships. CPC did for you what no one would have ever done for you in any timeline. CPC never asked you for anything in return, except finish Cosmos’s career, a small thing really. This Thantos in CPC’s world is not even a tenth of the man who trained you. This broken Thantos is a shell of the demon possessed man you knew, but you did the worst possible thing you could have done. You gave CPC’s broken Thantos hope, a reason to be. Well Ursa, someone has to pay for that. “

CPC looks at the ceiling for a moment then looks back down at Ursa.

“Well, CPC thinks he has done all he can do here with you. No second chance, no sirree bob. CPC thinks it is time for you to go back home, take a vacation from all the hard work you have done here.”

Ursa’s eyes go frantic, spinning in abject horror.

“Yep. Time to head back home and visit your dear Thantos. I know he looks forward to seeing you again.”

CPC stands up and pulls a metal rod about six inches long it has a blue light on one end and a silver cap on the other. He twists the cap and the blue light gets brighter. He waves it in a large circle to the side of himself and where Ursa sits. As the circle begins to take shape as he waves the rod, inside of the circle another room comes into view. It is dusty and there is only light from an outside source. A holo vid has been left on and in the old worn out screen we can see the visage of Godsend and Thantos looking back through it. CPC goes back around Ursa and pushes the chair towards the hole in time.

“Oh….and Ursa? You should be feeling like your old self in about a minute. Gives you about thirty seconds before they get to where you’re at. Good luck son. You’re going to need it. Lastly, CPC lied. CPC really hope this hurts.”

“…ca…r….son….ple….se…no..like….this.” A small mumble comes from Ursa.

CPC tips the chair into the circle; Ursa falls forward into the other room. CPC twist the silver cap and the circle shimmers and it is gone. CPC slaps his hands together in an all washed motion. He marches over to his desk and presses his vid screen. Ms. Liberty opens the door to his office.

“Yes dear?”

“Love, can you find Astro Turk and Black Hole Bart? I would like for them to meet me tomorrow."

“Sure….hey…Where did Ursa go?”

“He wanted to go home.”

“Seriously? I thought he hated that place.”

“Guess he hated failure even more.”

“Humm. Ok.”

“Oh and love, I need a new chair brought in.”

“Another one? …ok. You really need to take better care of your stuff.”

“Right you are.”

She slowly closes the door, leaving CPC sitting behind his desk with his hands in a steeple. A slight shadow can be seen behind him that is not his.

End Chapter 10