Max Hopper and the I Ching: Eternal 1 Battle Royal RP
Jul 28, 2022 0:46:46 GMT
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Post by Ernie on Jul 28, 2022 0:46:46 GMT
THE BIT THE OTHER WRESTLERS WON'T KNOW ABOUT, BUT THE FANS WATCHING AT HOME WILL KNOW ABOUT BECAUSE OF THE PROTECTION OF THE FOURTH WALL ACT OF 1076 BCE
In the modern world, most things can be explained by science, and that which modern science can't explain is abandoned and dismissed as hokum. But what secrets did the ancients know and keep so well guarded that modern science has yet to explain them? One such ancient secret is the I Ching Book of Changes, an ancient Chinese method of divination employing the use of marked wands arranged into hexagrams. These hexagrams would tell what actions must be taken.
Sometime in the distant future…
Max Hopper sits in a dim room, lit only by the flickering candlelight that dances in the lenses of his rather worn looking SeX-Ray Specs. He is noticeably older and… different, to say the least. His hair is long, gray, and unkempt, and he has an equally gray and wild beard, giving him the appearance of some mad old sorcerer who lives in the wilderness. Not the well groomed, charming, yet 'quirky' Max Hopper that wrestling fans have known and loved for the past 20 years in present time. That's not all. There is something else, something even further off about him, a touch of madness, perhaps, or maybe even villainy. But why? What has caused this change in MaX-Files, the once renowned and loved professional wrestler and paranormal investigator extraordinaire?
Max holds an object in his shackled hand, carefully studying it for any imperfection. Finding no flaw, his expression turns to one of glee (not the television show.)
"At last! I've been stranded on this wretched prison of a moon for decades, left here to rot, betrayed and cursed by my own kind! Wicked humanity. But now, now that I have finally succeeded in carving my own I Ching trigrams, I will finally have my escape!" Max muses.
The possibly demented future version of MaX-Files shuffles over to his cot, just a dingy mattress on the floor with a hole-ridden blanket on top, his chains rattling along the way. He stoops to reach underneath the mattress and produces a book: I Ching: The Book of Changes. He takes the book back and his pillowcase to the ramshackle table and has a seat. Hopper gathers the I Ching trigrams into the pillowcase and shakes it up… NERVOUSLY!
Still shaking.
Still shaking…
This goes on for a little longer than would be appropriately entertaining. It won't even add a sense of suspense, how long this goes on, so a short 'hop' (excuse the pun) into his near future might be necessary.
Max Hopper finally casts his I Ching wands onto the table and arranges them into a hexagram. He excitedly reads them and consults the book.
"Ah ha! Twenty-four, the Hexagram of Return. Yes, I'll return to an earlier time, a younger version of myself, and stop Project Moonstone from ever happening!"
Hopper stares at the hexagram on the table, concentrating on it and nothing else until he enters a deep trance.
Inside Max Hopper's mind…
Everything is cloudy and, since Max has emptied his mind, dark. Ever so gradually, a door comes into focus, with the Hexagram of Return imprinted upon it.
Max approaches the door... CAUTIOUSLY!
He grips the handle and swings open the door. Hopper steps through…
In the year 2007…
"AAAAGH!!! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MEEEE?!?" A much younger and attractive Max Hopper, about 25 years old, cries out, cradling his head in his hands.
His friend and tag team partner Tyke laughs, "Bloody hell mate, it wasn't that much of a night out."
Tyke's tone turns to concern when Max collapses. He reaches out to his buddy, "Hey, hey Maxy Pad, you all right?"
A short while later, Max awakens to find Tyke and Jett (Tyke's wife) inspecting him for any sign of what the hell is going on. Tyke is snapping his fingers in front of Hopper's face.
"Max, hey Max, you all right?" Tyke asks… FRIENDLILY!!!
"T-Tyke?" Max asks, looking at his friend as if he hasn't seen him for years, "and Jett?"
MaX-Files pulls himself up from the sofa and rushes to the mirror. He stares at his reflection in astonishment, touching his face to see if he is real.
"It worked," Max whispers under his breath, slightly fogging up the mirror, "it worked!"
"What are you on about, ya loony? What worked?" enquires Tyke… INQUISITIVELY!!!
"No time to explain, guy," answers Max, rushing out the door. Suddenly the paranormal investigator stops and peers down at the table next to the door. A smile comes over his face as he spies a set of keys lying on the table, just waiting for him to pick them up. "Oh yes, my flying saucer, the SS Space Hopper! It's been so long. Brilliant! Later, guys!"
Max, apparently possessed by his older self, scoots out the door, leaving Tyke and Jett to scratch their heads in befuddlement.
STUFF THE OTHER WRESTLERS CAN KNOW ABOUT, BECAUSE THIS IS A PROMO BIT.
In present day…
Max Hopper looks younger than he should today, given that he was born in the 1980s and appears now to only be in his mid-twenties, but what the heck, the guy has traveled through time in the past, or um, future, or whatever, so why not?
Max sits in the command chair of his flying saucer, the command room gleaming with shiny, silver metal, with all kinds of lights blinking, screens lit up, and plenty of beeping noises in the background for full effect. His hands are clasped on the edges of the chair's armrests.
"Broadcasting on all frequencies," Max mutters, pressing a button on the armrest of his super comfortable command chair.
"This is a message to the inhabitants of the WrestleVerse. I'm Max Hopper, and I've come from the fut- the past, the past!" Max quickly corrects himself, "And possibly a parallel reality. It got kind of sketchy trying to bypass the time locks due to the 2020 COVID outbreak, so I'm not entirely sure where I'm at…" The paranormal investigator shrugs his shoulders.
"Anyway, I've come to investigate Project Moonstone, and my first stop will be this battle royal at the FIRST EVER Eternal! What is Project Moonstone? What effect will it have on interplanetary diplomacy? Is it safe for the environment? Is it edible? What about people with gluten-free diets? Is it sustainably sourced? Will it give my hair bounce, or can it get rid of acne? Will it cure any diseases? Cause them? Does it infringe upon our constitutional rights??? I will seek the answers to these questions, and more!
"That being said, I see I'll have a lot to do here. The place is chock full of paranormal phenomena for me to investigate. Everything from witches to werewolves, a cyborg or two, and even a deity! Albeit an apparently slightly used one. But fret not, I've dealt with tonnes of paranormal phenomena before! I've battled mud men, a genetic clone of Jason Voorhees, investigated the disappearance of Ecto Cooler, and beat the Men in Black to escape from Area 51! I've even knocked back a couple of beers with Sasquatch!
"So WrestleVerse, get ready, because I want to believe the truth is out there… in the Twilight Zone.
"Message ends," Max Hopper presses the button to end the transmission.
In the modern world, most things can be explained by science, and that which modern science can't explain is abandoned and dismissed as hokum. But what secrets did the ancients know and keep so well guarded that modern science has yet to explain them? One such ancient secret is the I Ching Book of Changes, an ancient Chinese method of divination employing the use of marked wands arranged into hexagrams. These hexagrams would tell what actions must be taken.
Sometime in the distant future…
Max Hopper sits in a dim room, lit only by the flickering candlelight that dances in the lenses of his rather worn looking SeX-Ray Specs. He is noticeably older and… different, to say the least. His hair is long, gray, and unkempt, and he has an equally gray and wild beard, giving him the appearance of some mad old sorcerer who lives in the wilderness. Not the well groomed, charming, yet 'quirky' Max Hopper that wrestling fans have known and loved for the past 20 years in present time. That's not all. There is something else, something even further off about him, a touch of madness, perhaps, or maybe even villainy. But why? What has caused this change in MaX-Files, the once renowned and loved professional wrestler and paranormal investigator extraordinaire?
Max holds an object in his shackled hand, carefully studying it for any imperfection. Finding no flaw, his expression turns to one of glee (not the television show.)
"At last! I've been stranded on this wretched prison of a moon for decades, left here to rot, betrayed and cursed by my own kind! Wicked humanity. But now, now that I have finally succeeded in carving my own I Ching trigrams, I will finally have my escape!" Max muses.
The possibly demented future version of MaX-Files shuffles over to his cot, just a dingy mattress on the floor with a hole-ridden blanket on top, his chains rattling along the way. He stoops to reach underneath the mattress and produces a book: I Ching: The Book of Changes. He takes the book back and his pillowcase to the ramshackle table and has a seat. Hopper gathers the I Ching trigrams into the pillowcase and shakes it up… NERVOUSLY!
Still shaking.
Still shaking…
This goes on for a little longer than would be appropriately entertaining. It won't even add a sense of suspense, how long this goes on, so a short 'hop' (excuse the pun) into his near future might be necessary.
Max Hopper finally casts his I Ching wands onto the table and arranges them into a hexagram. He excitedly reads them and consults the book.
"Ah ha! Twenty-four, the Hexagram of Return. Yes, I'll return to an earlier time, a younger version of myself, and stop Project Moonstone from ever happening!"
Hopper stares at the hexagram on the table, concentrating on it and nothing else until he enters a deep trance.
Inside Max Hopper's mind…
Everything is cloudy and, since Max has emptied his mind, dark. Ever so gradually, a door comes into focus, with the Hexagram of Return imprinted upon it.
Max approaches the door... CAUTIOUSLY!
He grips the handle and swings open the door. Hopper steps through…
In the year 2007…
"AAAAGH!!! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MEEEE?!?" A much younger and attractive Max Hopper, about 25 years old, cries out, cradling his head in his hands.
His friend and tag team partner Tyke laughs, "Bloody hell mate, it wasn't that much of a night out."
Tyke's tone turns to concern when Max collapses. He reaches out to his buddy, "Hey, hey Maxy Pad, you all right?"
A short while later, Max awakens to find Tyke and Jett (Tyke's wife) inspecting him for any sign of what the hell is going on. Tyke is snapping his fingers in front of Hopper's face.
"Max, hey Max, you all right?" Tyke asks… FRIENDLILY!!!
"T-Tyke?" Max asks, looking at his friend as if he hasn't seen him for years, "and Jett?"
MaX-Files pulls himself up from the sofa and rushes to the mirror. He stares at his reflection in astonishment, touching his face to see if he is real.
"It worked," Max whispers under his breath, slightly fogging up the mirror, "it worked!"
"What are you on about, ya loony? What worked?" enquires Tyke… INQUISITIVELY!!!
"No time to explain, guy," answers Max, rushing out the door. Suddenly the paranormal investigator stops and peers down at the table next to the door. A smile comes over his face as he spies a set of keys lying on the table, just waiting for him to pick them up. "Oh yes, my flying saucer, the SS Space Hopper! It's been so long. Brilliant! Later, guys!"
Max, apparently possessed by his older self, scoots out the door, leaving Tyke and Jett to scratch their heads in befuddlement.
STUFF THE OTHER WRESTLERS CAN KNOW ABOUT, BECAUSE THIS IS A PROMO BIT.
In present day…
Max Hopper looks younger than he should today, given that he was born in the 1980s and appears now to only be in his mid-twenties, but what the heck, the guy has traveled through time in the past, or um, future, or whatever, so why not?
Max sits in the command chair of his flying saucer, the command room gleaming with shiny, silver metal, with all kinds of lights blinking, screens lit up, and plenty of beeping noises in the background for full effect. His hands are clasped on the edges of the chair's armrests.
"Broadcasting on all frequencies," Max mutters, pressing a button on the armrest of his super comfortable command chair.
"This is a message to the inhabitants of the WrestleVerse. I'm Max Hopper, and I've come from the fut- the past, the past!" Max quickly corrects himself, "And possibly a parallel reality. It got kind of sketchy trying to bypass the time locks due to the 2020 COVID outbreak, so I'm not entirely sure where I'm at…" The paranormal investigator shrugs his shoulders.
"Anyway, I've come to investigate Project Moonstone, and my first stop will be this battle royal at the FIRST EVER Eternal! What is Project Moonstone? What effect will it have on interplanetary diplomacy? Is it safe for the environment? Is it edible? What about people with gluten-free diets? Is it sustainably sourced? Will it give my hair bounce, or can it get rid of acne? Will it cure any diseases? Cause them? Does it infringe upon our constitutional rights??? I will seek the answers to these questions, and more!
"That being said, I see I'll have a lot to do here. The place is chock full of paranormal phenomena for me to investigate. Everything from witches to werewolves, a cyborg or two, and even a deity! Albeit an apparently slightly used one. But fret not, I've dealt with tonnes of paranormal phenomena before! I've battled mud men, a genetic clone of Jason Voorhees, investigated the disappearance of Ecto Cooler, and beat the Men in Black to escape from Area 51! I've even knocked back a couple of beers with Sasquatch!
"So WrestleVerse, get ready, because I want to believe the truth is out there… in the Twilight Zone.
"Message ends," Max Hopper presses the button to end the transmission.