"Adam NOOOO!" He could hear the sheriff's desperate plea for him to dodge out of the way of the blast, but he couldn't do that, how else would Woody get the proper scan to replicate the Power Armors ultimate attack? No he would stand firm, all his life he was groomed to protect the people of earth, to be their champion, it was his life's purpose, but it was snatched from him by four idiotic townies by sheer dumb luck, in the end it didn't matter, he was no champion set to defend the earth from the alien hoard, he was just a pawn in a game, a game with a damn march madness bracket. No he would stand and sacrifice himself so that the Lazer Team could beat the Worg, and save the earth, his purpose fulfilled he looked back at Hagan and smiled a weary smile, years of training under the best and brightest to become the perfect Champion and he never realized what he was missing until that moment, as he entrusted the fate of humanity to the four men on that football field tears prickled in his eyes he whispered to himself "humility leads to humanity." He turned to face the Worg as the purple energy engulfed him, first a searing hot pain, then came the numbness he could only assume was his end enveloped him. Not just the champion of earth, but a human being named Adam.
The Antarran audience was in an uproar over the turn of events this match, between the bait and switch of one champion to four, and his apparent death, were grounds for several fights to break out (namely between those who had money on the match) the game makers council had already convened to address the turn of events. "This will mean the end of the league! We cannot allow the Terran champions to get away with this! SILENCE!" an older Antarran hobbled his way up to the podium, and pointed at the console, "Let the Terrans fight, this may bring new opportunities for us in the future" he pointed at a lone bracket near the bottom of the master screen. "What of this world? Why is it not included in the circuit?" A younger Antarran replied, " My lord that world is teeming with virulent indigenous life form, we estimate the swift eradication of sentient life on that world to be imminent." The decrepit Antarran fiddled with his cane and pondered. " The Terrans have given us an opportunity, and we must take it, we will raise the stakes of the game, and make it a spectacle truly worthy of the Antarran Empire!" The meeting room erupted into cheers, and hearty tones of agreement, "However, there is still the issue of the earths true champion, our people are not satisfied that he did not get to fight." The meeting room became silent as the game makers thought of a solution, the young Antarran spoke, "what if we gave him a second chance, a redemption round if you will?" The eldest looked upon him and grinned, "Why yes, I do believe earths champion deserves a fair fight, pluck him from the reality vortex before his quantum fingerprint is fully erased, make him younger, we don't want an old man to fight in the games now do we? The room cackled with laughter, somewhere light years away a purple portal opened, and a young man was thrust out barely conscious with nothing but riot gear and a combat knife, the last thing he saw were red petals surrounding him and the broken moon above him, before a deep slumber overtook him.