Las Vegas, NV
It hasn’t been long since ReVival 6 came to a close, but more to the point it’s been roughly an hour or so since the Masters of the Multiverse B-Team suffered their big elimination from the Survivor Tag Team Challenge…and our heroes are distraught over the news as they plod toward their hotel room, their heads hung low in shame as they open the door and step through…only to be bombarded by a celebratory Aeon Khronos, who lets out a shout as balloons and confetti drop down from the ceiling.
“Congratulations fellas, you managed to…”
Aeon cuts himself off immediately upon noticing the looks on both their faces, made more sour as they notice the giant banner on the wall that reads “YOU SURVIVED ANOTHER WEEK! …GET IT?”
“Fellas, I’m so sorry, I had no id–”
He is cut off once again, this time by an enraged Kenny.
“Of course you had no idea! You recruited us to go on this weird Survivor challenge, but the past month you’ve been hanging around here doing…what exactly? Snooping around the hotel, looking for portals like this is some kind of platformer?”
Kenny twists his face slightly, now speaking in some abomination of an Italian accent.
“It’s-a me, Aeon Khronos! Let’s-a find some portals, and maybe get some chili dogs!”
This last statement confuses Randall, who just looks at his younger compatriot.
“Isn’t that what the hedgehog says?”
Kenny just glares at the Entertainer, before turning his attention back to Aeon.
“So what now? We’re out of Survivor, so that means we’re done here right?”
Aeon looks at Kenny with a frown, looks at Randall, and then back at Kenny while shaking his head.
“No, I’m afraid we’re not done here just yet. I still have work to do at the Grand, and you fellas have a match in a couple weeks.”
This just exasperates Kenny.
“Oh, you’ve gotta be sh—okay, fine. I’m guessing we’re facing that Dangerous Alliance that got eliminated tonight.”
It’s Randall who interjects now, surprised at the other name announced.
“You mean we gotta face TWO teams in one match? Why?”
Aeon just shrugs.
“That’s something you’d have to ask the office. So, gentlemen, you have your match in a couple weeks, and I have…”
Aeon doesn’t get to finish his sentence before a loud THUD can be heard from the hotel door. Randall panics as he looks to the door.
“Not this again.”
Kenny and Aeon just look at him in confusion, before another thud at the door grabs their attention once more. After a moment’s hesitation, Aeon slowly approaches the door, his focus divided between that and the gentlemen standing beside him.
“Okay fellas, on the count of three I’m gonna open this door slowly, and we’re gonna see what’s going on. Ready?”
“This all feels very familiar.”
Randall is compelled to speak up, which only further confuses his compatriots. Shrugging it off, Aeon begins his count.
The room goes quiet.
As does the hall outside. Eerily so.
With that, Aeon creaks the door open…revealing a blue portal swirling on the other side, with what appears to be a faint reflection of some faraway world. Aeon studies the portal with a look of curiosity…and a big grin on his face.
“Looks like the multiverse is back on the menu, boys.”
The trio stare into the portal, where we start to notice a figure looking right back at them from the other side. A peculiar yet familiar man, wearing decorative robes as we’d come to expect from him…but noticeably balder than we’d seen previously. Kenny recognizes him instantly, calling his name out.
The man on the other side shakes his head with a wicked smirk.
In the words of My Chemical Romance, I’m not okay…I promise.
Aeon warned us this very thing would happen, that the multiverse could fracture again at any given moment.
Trust me, I was hoping against hope that our continued presence in Survivor was somehow the key to stopping another crisis. I don’t know if our elimination served as a catalyst for what’s to come, but you gotta admit…it’s damn weird timing, ain’t it?
It’s all falling to hell in a hand basket, and your boys the B-Team have a new mission ahead of us. Not only are we officially Aeon’s errand boys, but it seems being out of Survivor didn’t immediately void our contracts with PRIME.
That’s fine by me, to be honest. I could use the money from the gig.
But now that we’re out of Survivor we’re gonna have to actually wrestle, something I haven’t done in months. It’s not from a lack of trying, mind you. I’ve been searching, hunting, practically begging for a chance to make a name for myself.
It’s just really, really hard to get hired when nobody knows who you are.
So, I for one am grateful for the chance to show what I’m capable of…assuming I can even lace my own shoes up the right way. Guess we’ll find out at the James Bond show.
Get it? Cause it’s ReVival #007!?
Right, gonna cross that joke out. Anyway.
We’re facing not one but TWO tag teams with a fair bit of experience between them, and I’ll level with you…that scares me.
David Fox and Mushigihara are two scary men on their own, but together? They make a dangerous mix.
Ah shit, I finally got that.
David, Mushi, I know you two more than I think you realize. I am vaguely familiar with DEFIANCE, fellas…I was even there for a cup of coffee! I’m sure someone there remembers me, I was the goofball fresh out of wrestling school that was in way over his head when he signed.
People hated me there. I was out of my element. I got released after like a month. That was…ah shit, that was nearly SEVEN years ago.
Time flies when you’re miserable.
Wanna know what I did after they gave me the boot?
I went back to wrestling school, and I trained like a madman until I was ready to get back into the craziness of the business.
That day never came.
The school shut down on me.
I’d rather not get into details on what happened, but you can probably use your imagination.
Sometimes the people you trust turn out to be terrible people.
But enough about that, let’s talk about this Dangerous Mix.
The last time I had a dangerous mix was a bottle of cough syrup with Dr. Pepper, as a dare.
I highly recommend not ever doing that, by the way.
But not as much as it’s gonna hurt David and Mushi when Randall and I get into that ring.
Being a veteran of the business is a blessing and a curse, fellas.
You know a lot more than we do, but you also have a lot more tape for us to study.
More opportunities for us to figure out how to beat you.
Sure would be nice if we could, too…especially since you’re not the only ones we gotta deal with that night.
I was debating whether to even get into the whole mess that is 2Become1. Or, excuse me, HALLmark Journey Presents 2Become1.
I get it, I’m a sucker for branding too.
That’s why I don’t like people calling me Kenneth.
Call me Kenny.
Call me K-Free.
But whatever you do, don’t call me a loser.
I prefer the term underdog.
And soon, you’re gonna find out real quick just what this underdog is capable of.
I know Jonathon-Christopher Hall is looking to prove something to his loved one Vickie.
I’m not calling her an ALP, Jon.
Alps are a mountain range.
I hope you don’t find that too disappointing.
The bigger disappointment will come when the Masters of the Multiverse make a name for themselves at your expense.
Same goes for whatshisface.
The one that seemingly abandoned this mission, and forced Aeon to leave this on our shoulders.
Thanks a lot, Darin Zion.
At least, I’m assuming you’re the one that indirectly got us into this mess.
Unless you’re a variant.
Good lord, I’m confused just thinking about it.
Let’s keep this simple, Darin.
I don’t know a whole lot about Hall but I know about you.
You’ve had a rough go of it since you started in PRIME.
And you thought that teaming with Jonathan would turn your fortunes around.
I respect that.
I don’t respect just how annoying you can be.
You’re giving me a run for my money, and I hate it.
Much like the Mix, I’ve had a chance to study the tape on you.
I’m ready to overcome the challenge, and so is my dude Randall.
We’ll see you fellas at ReVival #007, and when we’re done we’ll have our martinis shaken, not stirred.
…okay, maybe not me. I’m more of a Dr. Pepper and rum guy.
Hold the rum.