Las Vegas, Nevada
We open inside the hotel room of the Masters of the Multiverse, where we find the B-Team gearing up for a thrilling night of Halloween festivities. Randall is in the bathroom, presumably fumbling with the zipper on his inflatable forklift costume as Kenny grabs one of his little McDonald’s treat buckets, an orange jack-o’-lantern facsimile that brings back memories of the good ol’ days of the fast food franchise having an actual standard of quality.
Just as he grabs the mask for his makeshift Anglo Luchador costume, Kenny’s phone rings. He checks the screen with a smile as he answers the phone, dropping the mask to the bed before taking a seat next to it.
“B-Team Party Hotline, what can I do ya for?”
This gets a bit of muttering from the other end, something that draws a nod from Kenny as he takes the response into consideration.
“I see, I see…so you’re looking to build something. I can vibe with that, Xander…I need to check on Randall tonight, since he’s still recovering from that strained necktoral muscle.”
This only leads to more muttering, sounding a little more aggressive…which draws a shrug of the shoulders from the wannabe influencer.
“It’s like a pectoral, but for the neck…I dunno, Randall thinks he knows stuff. Anyway, lemme talk to him and get right back to ya. Right, happy…whatever it is you celebrate, man.”
Kenny ends the call when the door swings wide open, with Aeon Khronos bursting in…a look of dread on his face as he looks at Freeman, who responds with a raised eyebrow of confusion.
“Kenny, we need to talk. Things are falling apart across the multiverse…it’s all blending together now, the boundaries are starting to fray and splinter. Whatever you do, don’t let Randall get anywhere near Bo–wait.”
Aeon notices the Halloween bucket, as well as Kenny’s costume…and his face softens slightly, expressing more of a mild concern than before.
“Wait…what day is it?”
This only confuses Kenny more as he points to his bucket.
“It’s Halloween, my guy. Y’know, spooky scary skeletons and all that.”
Aeon slowly nods his head in acknowledgement as he finally relaxes.
“Okay, fair enough. It’s too early for this discussion. We’ll table it for roughly a week or so from now. Enjoy your Halloween, fellas.”
Aeon slowly makes his exit from the hotel room, leaving Kenny to wonder what that was all about as we hear a muffled shout from the bathroom, the door cracked open as Randall is struggling to leave.
“Help, Kenny bro, I’m stuck!”
Kenny just rolls his eyes as he goes to assist Randall out of this predicament, as we fade to black…
Fuck the Egg Bandits. All my homies hate the Egg Bandits.
Sorry folks, couldn’t help it. The meme was right there.
Anyway, roughly a month after failing to capture tag team gold, I’ve been tasked with taking on the biggest guy the Bandits have, in more ways than one.
No Bobby, there will be no fat jokes here. In the year of our Lord 2022, fat jokes are out.
The only weight I wanna talk about is how much gold ol’ Bobbo holds to his name. I know, I know…talking about other companies’ titles is a bit passé but I’m begging you to hear me out.
The three of you Bandits are really riding high on the wave of success, aren’t you? Between the three of you there’s titles from the sVo, HOTV, and of course PRIME.
And you, good sir, hold two belts…Two Belt Bobby…and I gotta believe all that weight can cause extra pressure that might wear you down.
It’s exactly what I’m counting on, my guy.
Getting as close as we did to PRIME’s tag belts made me realize how important it is to step up to the plate…and that means taking on the absolute best in this business.
That’s what holding those titles makes you, Bobby…the best in this business, and my PRIME target. See what I did there?
With my buddy Randall still recovering his necktorals, it’s on me to deal with the Bandit problem on the road to Colossus.
Please note the spelling of that, Jiles.
For fuck’s sake, man.
Sorry about my language, I’m feeling extra riled up after what happened at ReVival 18…and I’ve got my sights set on you, O Beautiful One.
Randall and I told everyone we would take those titles, and we failed…so now, I’m gonna have to earn some respect the hard way.
With my mind so scattered, so scrambled trying to get back in the right mindset, it seems appropriate that I gotta deal with a man of such talent and class as Bobby Dean…because beating you in front of everyone at the Grand and watching at home will mean that much more to little ol’ Kenny Freeman.
That’s how I get back on track.
One match, one victory at a time…and you’re the lucky sucker who gets to go first.
See you soon, Bobbo.
A Week Or So Later
…and we’re back, just as promised, as Kenny and Randall are confronted by their recruiter Aeon Khronos, a look of worry back on his face upon his return to the scene.
“Right, fellas, this is…well, this is more than I think we can handle. I’ve been tracking the dissolution of the very boundaries of the multiverse, realizing that things that should not be simply have been over the course of the past month or so. People that should not be in this universe…well, they’re popping up everywhere.”
Aeon is quickly interrupted bythe sight of an older gentleman entering the hotel room. The man is dressed to the nines in a fancy business suit, but has a stern look as he speaks up with a gruff, firm tone of voice.
“Sir, I’ve been assigned by the higher ups to speak with you and your recruits…I’m afraid we have to ask you to stand down on the situation you’re speaking of. There are way too many questions rising up, and the higher ups are looking to sweep it under the rug and move on.”
This just draws a look of confusion from the trio, with Aeon speaking up in defiance.
“No, I don’t think I will…and who in the fresh hell are you, anyway!?”
The man nods curtly in acknowledgement as he pulls a business card out of his shirt pocket, handing it over to Khronos who reads it aloud.
“Multiversal Auditor…Rhetth Kahn.”
“The H is silent.”
Aeon and the auditor give a glare at Kenny, who just smirks in response to the question.
“What? It’s a fair question.”
Aeon just shakes his head before handing the business card.
“Anyway, no thank you sir, I think I’ll get into whatever business I well please!”
This only gets a stern glare from Mr. Kahn, one that would possibly make GREAT SCOTT jealous as the auditor speaks up again.
“I’m not asking you, Mr. Khronos. You and your boys are on thin ice after all the meddling you’ve done, and it’s about time this matter is brought to a close…for good.”
With that, Kahn starts to make his exit from the room…but not before one final remark, just before shutting the door behind him.
“You’ll have precisely a fortnight to sort out your affairs. Good day.”
With that, the trio is once again left alone in silence…until Kenny breaks it with yet another dumb joke before we fade to black.
“Fortnite? I love that game.”