Ch.3: Before The Meteor - Slam

Ever since he was young, Slam was seen as a simple creature. A dumb, mindless beast, descended from the ranks of the infamous Tasmanian Devil line.

He didn't appreciate the fact that people cowered just because of his lineage, his appearance, the stigma attached to his family's size and strength, penning them away like monsters whose only purpose in life was to maul and kill.

There had to be a way to get people to change their minds about his family. A way that Slam and his parents could finally earn respect. For a while, Slam was clueless on what to do, until one night, he stared as a couple of wrestlers started brawling away on the TV.

The intense thrill of sweat and cheers, bone-breaking action, and that championship belt's eternal, golden gleam sparked inspiration. Heart floating, Slam, having found a way to claim respect, decided to leave home and become a professional wrestler, bringing honor once again to the Tasmanian family name.

However, as Slam made his way through the ranks of the Acmetropolis's wrestling world, respect was the last thing the devil found as he was constantly put down and abused by his peers.

Nothing had changed. He was still treated with the same contempt as he was when back home.

Tonight was the championship match. His chance to finally claim that mystical, golden belt as a prize. A chance that was soon stripped away, torn apart by the manager commanding him to lose.

"You're strong, but you'll never be seen as a champion. You're just a dumb, mindless beast. No matter how hard you try, your kind has always been destined to lose."

Slam growled as he punched the locker room bench, gritting his teeth as he seethed to calm down his rage. He was tired, oh so tired, about humans feeling like they were so superior to the anthro race.

He was tired of being mistreated, being seen as a disposable pawn. No matter what the command, tonight he would claim his respect, claim in front of the whole world with cameras ablaze.

Even if the effect was only temporary, it would still make a mark on making the Tasmanian Devil name. What disaster could strike, shifting this option from his path?