MaX-Files in the Final Countdown: Project Moonstone RP
Aug 24, 2022 22:30:39 GMT
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Post by Ernie on Aug 24, 2022 22:30:39 GMT
THE BIT THE AUDIENCE SEES BUT THE OTHER WRESTLERS DON'T.
Having successfully commandeered his past self and traveled forward in time from the past naughts, a fact of which everyone in WrestleVerse, including his own partner, CruZe, is dangerously unaware, the deranged future-inhabiting-his-past-body Max Hopper has recently defeated TJ Alexander to win a spot in the Project Moonstone Match at New Ground, where he will face off against Quinn Castillo… LIVE FROM THE MOON!
When we last saw Max Hopper, he was taking a lift into the moon's interior, which brings us to where we are now.
Inside the lift going beneath the surface of the moon…
An instrumental version of Sinatra's "Let's Get Away from It All" provides a relaxing atmosphere for Max Hopper, as he impatiently awaits his floor with the helmet to his spacesuit tucked snugly under his arm. He hums and taps his feet along with the tune… NERVOUSLY!
Ding!
"You have reached your floor. Thank you for using Lunar Lifts," chimes an annoyingly cheerful voice.
MaX steps out of the lift and into a silvery corridor. There isn't much to see in the corridor, just that it's shiny and silver, as it has recently been cleaned so thoroughly that Max can see his own reflection in the walls. That, and the occasional potted plant intended to give it a more homey and less sterile look. Poor plants really have their work cut out for them.
Max reaches the end of the corridor and pushes his way through the large double doors.
What he sees is remarkable, an entire city inside the moon! However, it is a site he has seen probably no less than a million times before, leaving him sadly unimpressed. Any other human would undoubtedly be astounded to see it. The buildings, the hovering cars speeding about… But Max has an agenda, an Earth-shatteringly important one, at that.
A little later on, inside an office building…
"But I just don't understand it, Mac. You guys hate the Earth! That's why you tried to fatten us all up with those greasy french fries and Big Macs, to make it harder for us to escape the Earth's gravitational field and stop us from coming back here. Why would you sell the rights to the Moonstone to them?" Max inquired… ALARMEDLY!!!
The moon's official governmental seal is predominantly displayed via a rather large hologram in the middle of a rather large room. Everything else was as stylish as you like, from the velvet drapes to the camphor wood furniture, and some of the finest artworks the moon has to offer.
Max sits at a piano next to a rather familiar looking man with dark glasses and a head shaped like a crescent moon. Is it Jay Leno? Is the former Tonight Show host now living on the moon? No! It is none other than the star of late 1980s McDonald's commercials, Mac Tonight! Mac certainly has made good for himself, Prime Minister of the Moon, as Max would have likely pointed out at the beginning of their meeting.
Mac stops tickling the ivories. "It's simple. That Danny Powers made us an offer we couldn't refuse."
"What was it? What could he possibly have offered you guys to get you to sell THE MOONSTONE???"
"Ritz Crackers," comes the obvious answer. "It's simple, Max, we're the solar system's largest producer of green cheese. And with all this cheese, we need the contract for those crackers."
Max pleads, "But why not just make your own?"
"Copyright laws, Max," Mac replies.
Max groans in frustration, "But there are so many different kinds! Why does it have to be Ritz???"
In a lavish Chicago hotel…
It is back to the present. Max sits across from the notorious El Gringo Loco, who sips a snifter of fine brandy and puffs away at a Cuban cigar. They make an odd pair and stick out from the rest of the patrons in the hotel bar like a sore thumb.
"Max, you look troubled, amigo. What's wrong? You beat TJ Alexander and won your spot in the Project Moonstone match. It was tough to pull those strings, pero… yo sé how much you want this Moonstone. And CruZe won the Campeonato Eternal, just like I said he would. Everything is coming together," the Cartel leader beams. "So, tell me, Max, why aren't you happy now?"
"When I get the Moonstone, then I'll be happy," comes Max's reply. "I don't have it yet. I still need to get past Iron Man."
The Cartel leader ashes his cigar. "Ah, sí, Quinn 'Cast Iron' Castillo, do you need any help?"
"No. I've got this," Max answers with just a tinge of self-doubt in his voice.
El Gringo Loco offers a bit of advice, "Just remember, Max, Castillo… he's impressive, pero he is a fish out of water in this match. He's not used to all the flying like you are. You're at home in cero g!"
"Greatly reduced g. It is the moon. It's more like 2% g instead of skim g," MaX corrects him.
"Whatever. Tranquila, you're in your wheelhouse, YOUR home field advantage. Use it."
THE STUFF THAT EVERYONE SEES.
In a field somewhere outside Chicago…
Max stands alone under the blanket of twinkling stars, the city lights somewhere beyond the horizon. He gazes up at the moon, shrouded to Earthkind in all its glorious mystery.
"Quinn Castillo, it won't be long until we meet again… This time, on the moon. The last time we met? You chucked me over the top rope and dumped me on my head to eliminate me from the WrestleVerse Championship battle royal."
Remembering the pain from his crash landing at Eternal 1, Max rubs his head.
"But at New Ground, things will change. For starters, we'll be in my environment, on MY home turf! Out there…"
Max informs his opponent, pointing at the moon.
"We'll be in greatly reduced gravity. That means your big man advantage in the battle royal will be gone. We'll be doing things you're not used to, zipping and flying about. I've been to the moon. I'm used to the moon, and I'm used to flying high, even here on Earth! Plus, it'll be a heck of a lot easier to lift you up.
"There is also more at stake, so much more than you realize. You see, Castillo, the Moonstone is an object of unimaginable power. In fact, someone who knows how can use it to shape the future, to mold reality itself like so much Jell-O."
Max wiggles his fingers as if he is molding the Jell-O of reality.
"To you, it will mean a chance to cash it in for a title match of your choosing, but to me, the future hangs in the balance. Do you know what catastrophe the Moonstone can cause if it falls into the wrong hands? Countless worlds. Destroyed. Trillions of lives. Lost. Civilizations that have endured through the ages, peaceful civilizations, brought to extinction.
"That's exactly what'll happen if the wrong person gets possession of the Moonstone. Zeta Reticuli. Poof! Gone. Orion. Blinked out of existence. Same with the rest of the Milky Way™, until we find ourselves left to fight the invading Andromeda galaxy with no allies. And me, left to wither and rot for the rest of my days alone on a rock that's barely able to support life for having tried to stop it. It already has happened, in the future. That's why I've come back here, Castillo. I cannot allow the Moonstone to fall into the wrong hands. Not again…"
Max's memory takes a dark turn, the events of the future past that led to this very moment, his return to this time, filling him with a gut wrenching blend of horror and remorse. His head sinks, sullenly shaking from side to side. Max's fingers crawl behind his SeX-Ray Specs™, rubbing his eyes. He composes himself and presses on.
"The object of the Project Moonstone match? Capture the Moonstone, take it to the pyramid inside the moon via the entrance on the dark side of the moon, and use it to teleport back to Earth.
"Easy peasy, green moonbeam squeezy, right? Not when you have to fight off an opponent who has been there before. And this time, I will. Not. Fail.
"So don't forget your spacesuit and your moon boots, Quinn Castillo, because come New Ground, Project Moonstone, the Final Countdown begins. Message ends."
Max's fingers countdown from five, four, three, two, one. Scene ends.
Having successfully commandeered his past self and traveled forward in time from the past naughts, a fact of which everyone in WrestleVerse, including his own partner, CruZe, is dangerously unaware, the deranged future-inhabiting-his-past-body Max Hopper has recently defeated TJ Alexander to win a spot in the Project Moonstone Match at New Ground, where he will face off against Quinn Castillo… LIVE FROM THE MOON!
When we last saw Max Hopper, he was taking a lift into the moon's interior, which brings us to where we are now.
Inside the lift going beneath the surface of the moon…
An instrumental version of Sinatra's "Let's Get Away from It All" provides a relaxing atmosphere for Max Hopper, as he impatiently awaits his floor with the helmet to his spacesuit tucked snugly under his arm. He hums and taps his feet along with the tune… NERVOUSLY!
Ding!
"You have reached your floor. Thank you for using Lunar Lifts," chimes an annoyingly cheerful voice.
MaX steps out of the lift and into a silvery corridor. There isn't much to see in the corridor, just that it's shiny and silver, as it has recently been cleaned so thoroughly that Max can see his own reflection in the walls. That, and the occasional potted plant intended to give it a more homey and less sterile look. Poor plants really have their work cut out for them.
Max reaches the end of the corridor and pushes his way through the large double doors.
What he sees is remarkable, an entire city inside the moon! However, it is a site he has seen probably no less than a million times before, leaving him sadly unimpressed. Any other human would undoubtedly be astounded to see it. The buildings, the hovering cars speeding about… But Max has an agenda, an Earth-shatteringly important one, at that.
A little later on, inside an office building…
"But I just don't understand it, Mac. You guys hate the Earth! That's why you tried to fatten us all up with those greasy french fries and Big Macs, to make it harder for us to escape the Earth's gravitational field and stop us from coming back here. Why would you sell the rights to the Moonstone to them?" Max inquired… ALARMEDLY!!!
The moon's official governmental seal is predominantly displayed via a rather large hologram in the middle of a rather large room. Everything else was as stylish as you like, from the velvet drapes to the camphor wood furniture, and some of the finest artworks the moon has to offer.
Max sits at a piano next to a rather familiar looking man with dark glasses and a head shaped like a crescent moon. Is it Jay Leno? Is the former Tonight Show host now living on the moon? No! It is none other than the star of late 1980s McDonald's commercials, Mac Tonight! Mac certainly has made good for himself, Prime Minister of the Moon, as Max would have likely pointed out at the beginning of their meeting.
Mac stops tickling the ivories. "It's simple. That Danny Powers made us an offer we couldn't refuse."
"What was it? What could he possibly have offered you guys to get you to sell THE MOONSTONE???"
"Ritz Crackers," comes the obvious answer. "It's simple, Max, we're the solar system's largest producer of green cheese. And with all this cheese, we need the contract for those crackers."
Max pleads, "But why not just make your own?"
"Copyright laws, Max," Mac replies.
Max groans in frustration, "But there are so many different kinds! Why does it have to be Ritz???"
In a lavish Chicago hotel…
It is back to the present. Max sits across from the notorious El Gringo Loco, who sips a snifter of fine brandy and puffs away at a Cuban cigar. They make an odd pair and stick out from the rest of the patrons in the hotel bar like a sore thumb.
"Max, you look troubled, amigo. What's wrong? You beat TJ Alexander and won your spot in the Project Moonstone match. It was tough to pull those strings, pero… yo sé how much you want this Moonstone. And CruZe won the Campeonato Eternal, just like I said he would. Everything is coming together," the Cartel leader beams. "So, tell me, Max, why aren't you happy now?"
"When I get the Moonstone, then I'll be happy," comes Max's reply. "I don't have it yet. I still need to get past Iron Man."
The Cartel leader ashes his cigar. "Ah, sí, Quinn 'Cast Iron' Castillo, do you need any help?"
"No. I've got this," Max answers with just a tinge of self-doubt in his voice.
El Gringo Loco offers a bit of advice, "Just remember, Max, Castillo… he's impressive, pero he is a fish out of water in this match. He's not used to all the flying like you are. You're at home in cero g!"
"Greatly reduced g. It is the moon. It's more like 2% g instead of skim g," MaX corrects him.
"Whatever. Tranquila, you're in your wheelhouse, YOUR home field advantage. Use it."
THE STUFF THAT EVERYONE SEES.
In a field somewhere outside Chicago…
Max stands alone under the blanket of twinkling stars, the city lights somewhere beyond the horizon. He gazes up at the moon, shrouded to Earthkind in all its glorious mystery.
"Quinn Castillo, it won't be long until we meet again… This time, on the moon. The last time we met? You chucked me over the top rope and dumped me on my head to eliminate me from the WrestleVerse Championship battle royal."
Remembering the pain from his crash landing at Eternal 1, Max rubs his head.
"But at New Ground, things will change. For starters, we'll be in my environment, on MY home turf! Out there…"
Max informs his opponent, pointing at the moon.
"We'll be in greatly reduced gravity. That means your big man advantage in the battle royal will be gone. We'll be doing things you're not used to, zipping and flying about. I've been to the moon. I'm used to the moon, and I'm used to flying high, even here on Earth! Plus, it'll be a heck of a lot easier to lift you up.
"There is also more at stake, so much more than you realize. You see, Castillo, the Moonstone is an object of unimaginable power. In fact, someone who knows how can use it to shape the future, to mold reality itself like so much Jell-O."
Max wiggles his fingers as if he is molding the Jell-O of reality.
"To you, it will mean a chance to cash it in for a title match of your choosing, but to me, the future hangs in the balance. Do you know what catastrophe the Moonstone can cause if it falls into the wrong hands? Countless worlds. Destroyed. Trillions of lives. Lost. Civilizations that have endured through the ages, peaceful civilizations, brought to extinction.
"That's exactly what'll happen if the wrong person gets possession of the Moonstone. Zeta Reticuli. Poof! Gone. Orion. Blinked out of existence. Same with the rest of the Milky Way™, until we find ourselves left to fight the invading Andromeda galaxy with no allies. And me, left to wither and rot for the rest of my days alone on a rock that's barely able to support life for having tried to stop it. It already has happened, in the future. That's why I've come back here, Castillo. I cannot allow the Moonstone to fall into the wrong hands. Not again…"
Max's memory takes a dark turn, the events of the future past that led to this very moment, his return to this time, filling him with a gut wrenching blend of horror and remorse. His head sinks, sullenly shaking from side to side. Max's fingers crawl behind his SeX-Ray Specs™, rubbing his eyes. He composes himself and presses on.
"The object of the Project Moonstone match? Capture the Moonstone, take it to the pyramid inside the moon via the entrance on the dark side of the moon, and use it to teleport back to Earth.
"Easy peasy, green moonbeam squeezy, right? Not when you have to fight off an opponent who has been there before. And this time, I will. Not. Fail.
"So don't forget your spacesuit and your moon boots, Quinn Castillo, because come New Ground, Project Moonstone, the Final Countdown begins. Message ends."
Max's fingers countdown from five, four, three, two, one. Scene ends.