Location: Space. (Unconfirmed.)
Asteroids and space debris floated along freely, looking miniscule in comparison to a large space vessel that hung in the blackness of space, the humming engines of said vessel filling an otherwise blank auditory gap. Tension within the vessel was at an all time high, and for good reason.
The Glorft had finally found a way to eliminate the earther, but in doing so, were risking everything they stood for. Something Gorrath had once done in order to return to his time line of earth, something so horrific that one Glorft was almost on the verge of tears. Or whatever the alien version of crying was. They had to do the unthinkable.
The Glorft had to form an alliance. A temporary one, but an alliance nonetheless.
Considering how well, in Gorrath's eyes, the last alliance had gone, this was something he was even more opposed to then he normally would have been, yet here they were. A testament to how desperate he was to put an end to the earthers abuse of his mech, once and for all.
"This is something I'm not proud to admit," Gorrath began. He was speaking slowly, thinking over each word carefully. Normally he wouldn't take such pauses, but Gorrath knew the impending fate he would reach if this alliance wasn't forged.
"We need help. The Glorft need your help," he continued. The figure on the other side of the screen seemed intrigued, which was good. It was always good.
"We've seen the way you've fought him before," Gorrath said. That was primarily because he'd once caught one of his men watching a G.C.C.F Pay-Per-View event, which MEGAS was the star of. The Glorft leader knew the other was good at mind games as well.
"We know the embarrassment of loss to the earther," Gorrath murmured, pausing here. He had to either apologize profusely now and hope for the best, or jump straight in to the deal. He was not a begging man.
"Our troops are at an all time low, and we want to work with you to bring down the earther," his voice rose in volume as he spoke. "And in the process, help you rebuild your organization. Once we've acquired the mech, you can have anything you want."
Knowing the man on the other end of the screen had every right to be worried, since Gorrath had no intention of keeping that promise, he quickly followed it up.
"For now, you can use the Glorft mother ship as a headquarters. You can tap into our power source and use it to boost your signal, it's more then enough to get you through your return event."
The following thirty seconds were the longest Gorrath had ever felt in his life, and he was sure the man would decline as time continued on. Gorrath began to ponder if he could eliminate this man for declining him, before...
"Alright. Not much of a lose-lose for me, is it?," the man on the other side spoke up, grinning even with a twitching eye that seemed to suggest he was opposed to this.
"You come pick me up and escort me from this dump of a planet, and we'll work together," he said. Gorrath exhaled heavily, more then pleased at the acceptance. This was their last shot at eliminating the earther. "And make sure you've got some of your grunts ready to haul stuff, the equipment ain't light."
"Affirmative," Gorrath responded. The official response probably wasn't required, but at this point Gorrath was too strung out to care.
"I'll see you soon, then," the man said. "Magnanimous out."
Location: Jersey Stadium..?
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls," a voice boomed from unseen speakers throughout an arena stadium packed with thousands upon thousands of cheering, screaming people. Choruses of 'Coop, Coop, Coop!' carried through the air, faintly masked by the previously mentioned voice. Signs held up high, with one in particular, the letters "COOP" adorned on a golden wrestling belt.
Nine shirtless men not too far off had painted their stomachs in blue, yellow, and red paint, reading 'WE LUV COOP' in a disjointed array, and for just a moment the cheering drowned out the disembodied announcers voice.
"I now present to you," the voice rose and fell in the heightening cheers and screams, a group of men closest to the pitch-black center stage screamed Coop's name through megaphones, but their combined efforts were not able to pierce the sound of the roaring crowd.
"King of the known universe, Wrestling Super-heavyweight Champion, and awesome video game player," still valiantly trying to be heard through the roar of the audience, the disembodied voice refused to lose. It was personal now.
The lights in the center of the stadium finally lit. The cheering reached a fever pitch as an overweight, blond man stood in the center of the ring. The SHW championship belt held high in the air in his right hand, as he munched on a Philly cheese steak with his left. A golden crown rested atop his head, with 'King Of Large Pants' emblazoned in the center. As he turned in the ring, the royal robes that rested over his meaty shoulders swayed with each step of the obese man.
"Hailing from New Jersey with an undefeated win streak of two million, nine thousand six hundred and fifty-four, it's number 12... KING COOP!," at this point, the announcer simply gave up. Unable to hear even himself in the roaring of the crowd that was heard even in Asia.
That was when Coop saw it. Outside the arena, standing next to MEGAS... was a gigantic pizza version of MEGAS, hand-in-cheesy-hand with Big Blue. Coop dropped his cheese steak in awe, his belt slowly lowering to his side as his eyes watered. Layers and layers of thick cheese, giant human sized pieces of pepperoni, Canadian bacon, bacon, ham, bubblegum, steak, and even chili peppers, well, peppered the entire oven-made tribute.
"It's so... beautiful," he whispered. That same whisper was then mauled by the unending, deafening roar.
"COOP! COOP! COOP! COOP! COOP! COOP! COOP..."
Bolting upright on the couch, Coop inhaled sharply and turned his head so he could spot whatever was making the noise that interrupted the greatest dream of his life. It was coming from the door up the stairs, and was followed up by a constant barrage of knocks.
Location: Coop's Basement. (Probably not a dream this time.)
"COOP! COOP! WAKE UP MAN! LET ME IN, QUICK! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY! COOOOOP!," a voice shrieked on the other end.
Since whoever it was wasn't doing much damage to the door, and with a shriek only a little girl could unleash, Coop knew it had to be Jamie. With the urge to strangle Jamie until his pale best friend vomited pizzas, something that only made sense in his sleep deprived state, the large man got to his feet and moved towards the steps, grumbling the whole way. Popcorn and pizza crusts fell to the floor; the only remains from the mountain of food he'd brought for the wrestling Pay-Per-View the night before.
"Giant MEGAS pizza... champion... megaphones... hit Jamie with one," he mumbled as he reached the top of the steps, unlocking the door as he absently rubbed at his eyes with his free hand.
"Whaddya want Jamie," he grunted, shielding his eyes with his hand. The sun was high in the sky and his stomach was rumbling, so it was probably noon. What caused Jamie to get up so early?
"This is bad man, real bad," Jamie rambled, stepping into the nacho-scented home and allowing Coop to shut the door and open his eyes. Dull lighting, much better.
"Okay hold up," Coop groaned. Jamie was talking too fast. "Go slow."
"You know the new Bugra game coming out?," Jamie asked, his eyes wide in pure terror. This instantly woke Coop up, who knew Jamie would only bring it up like this the day before it released, if there was a problem. They both adored Bugra and would never play tricks when it came to the beloved franchise.
"Yeah," Coop answered, feeling his exhaustion melt away. He could've done with another hour, but that was fine. Once he got some pizza-wrapped ham in his stomach he'd be good to go. "What's the problem?"
"Store received the copies early," Jamie said. He paused, looking around as if making sure no one was eavesdropping, before finishing. "And they already sold out."
This left Coop, who was moving up the stairs to get to the kitchen, to stop dead in his tracks as fear washed over him. Bugra: The Video Game, sold out?
"And I didn't get a copy," he mumbled, staring wide-eyed forward. This couldn't happen. This really couldn't happen. There was only one store that would carry Bugra, and if they were sold out..
"You'll have to try your luck at.. at... Mega Buster Video," Jamie forced out, finishing Coop's thought unintentionally, with the last words full of venom. While Jamie knew Coop's hatred for the place. he had his own particular hate for the rental shop. Cheerleader Wars was banned from the store? Well then, that just meant they needed to be burned to the ground, but Coop hadn't accidentally destroyed that particular store.
Yet.
"This isn't happening Jamie," Coop said. Turning around, he nearly bowled his best friend over as he ran for the door, leaving Jamie to jump to the side and nearly topple down the staircase headfirst.
"Coop," Jamie yelled, balancing himself and running after the large man who'd left the door open. "Where you goin'?"
"The store, I'm not going to believe this until I see it for myself!"
Slamming the door behind him, Jamie followed after his surprisingly fast friend, who'd made record time from the back door to the garage. Sure, it wasn't that far away, but for Coop anything below a minute was a miracle.
"Move Red, we got an emergency," Jamie heard from the other side of the wall as he rounded the corner to actually see what was going on. Coop was getting into the drivers seat of his car as a perplexed, oil-covered Kiva looked from the car to Coop.
"What's the problem," the redhead said, reacting as her eyes got wide and she dropped the wrench she had in her hand, quickly going from mechanic to one-chick-army. "Glorft?"
"Worse," Coop responded as Jamie let himself into the passenger seat of the car and finished Coop's sentence for him.
"New Bugra game, rumors are that it's sold out," Jamie finished, grabbing the seat belt and clicking it in.
"A video game?," Kiva growled, which Jamie could tell was a 'I'm-THIS-close-to-strangling-you' growl. And it was funny, because it was directed at Coop and not him.
"Yeah, you cool to stay here?," Coop asked as he fumbled for his keys and slammed them into the ignition, Kiva's protesting filtering into the car rather quickly.
"Yes I mind! I wasn't done! I still need to work on the couplings that attach to the car, the ones the Alternate Coop had were rusted out," she explained, while neither Coop or Jamie actually listened. She was trying to stall them from getting to Bugra. That wasn't going to happen.
"You can do it later Red," Coop yelled as he turned the keys in the ignition and slammed his foot down on the gas. "We need to go get Bugra!"
Before the car managed to race out of the garage, Kiva flung open the passenger door, reaching for the seat adjuster amid protests from Jamie, who received a forehead full of dashboard. Slipping into the back, Kiva sighed as Jamie flailed for the door, with Coop already driving off. Now, imagine if you will, Jamie's forehead currently getting intimate with the dashboard, his seat arched forward, and with the door still open as an impatient video game junkie waits to get moving to the local store before they sell out of a hot new game.
It didn't end well, with the car door smashing into the side of the garage, not only ripping a chunk of the wall out but scratching the paint. Now Coop was really mad.
"Hey Red," Coop bellowed from the front as Kiva readjusted herself in the backseat, while Jamie reached out to grab the door. "You're going to be the one explaining to my mom what happened to the garage! She already pulled my allowance for a month, I'm not lettin' it get to two!"
Glancing back after he fixed his seat and shut the door, Jamie raised an eyebrow at Kiva who was wiping her face off with her sleeves.
"So why'd you come with us? Couldn't MEGAS use an oil change or something? It looks like you've been swimming in it all day," he sneered. Coop snorted from the driver's seat in approval, muttering 'nice' under his breath. He was too focused on the road and driving as fast as he could to fist bump Jamie, but the thought was still there.
"As a matter of fact, no," Kiva growled. Jamie was on the receiving end of the strangle growl now, great. "The only thing I needed to do was fix the couplings, everything else was in perfect condition. The other you definitely knew how to take care of cars, Coop. Plus, I've seen Bugra enough times that I've wasted at least a month of my life viewing it. I have a little bit of an interest in this game you're up in arms about."
"Hey check her out," Jamie grinned, nodding back at Kiva. "She's turning into one of us."