Chapter 93 - Epilogue Volume VIII - Heavyweight
When the time came to split ways with the rest of the family, Megalo was scared. He was scared of what was going to happen to him if he was all alone... He's never had to deal with this in his life, he's always had someone by his side. As everybody else left, Megalo walked up to my jelly boyfriend, asking, "B-Boss? I-I don't know what to do..." My jelly boyfriend breathed a sigh, before sitting Megalo down on the couch for a quick talk. "Megalo... Nobody really knows where they're going. They'll find people to take care of them, I'm sure!", my jelly boyfriend told Megalo, wearing a smile. "B-But boss... I... I'm scared...!", Megalo replied, hiding his face in his two palms in embarrassment. My jelly boyfriend looked at him for a while, thinking of a response, before placing one of his arms on his shoulder.
"Megalo... Nobody's going to hurt you..! You're a really big guy, you know... People like gentle giants!", my jelly boyfriend told Megalo, wearing a smile. Megalo lowered his hands down, peeking out of the top of them at him. "G-Gentle Giants, Boss?", he asked. My jelly boyfriend giggled, explaining, "People will find you and take care of you, I'm sure!" Megalo put his hands down onto his lap, standing up. "Y-You think so?", he asked. My jelly boyfriend stood up, walking Megalo to the door. "Absolutely! If anything goes wrong, please call us!", he told him. Megalo walked out onto the patio, looking back at my jelly boyfriend. "Th... thank you, B-Boss...!", he whispered to him, before walking away.
Megalo walked for a half-hour or two, wandering the streets, waving to people as they walked by. Some ignored him, some waved back, and some smiled, taking out their phones to take pictures of him. He always smiled, no matter the reaction, knowing that they at least acknowledged him as an actual person. It was clear from the beginning that people got very attached to him very quickly. Whenever someone asked him to pose for a picture with a family member, he would always oblige, smiling as he made someone else's day. After enough time, someone actually walked up to him, holding a full box of Donuts as a gift. He stood there, crying as he accepted the gift. "Th... thank you so much...!", he said, forming tears of happiness in his eyes.
Meanwhile, a somewhat now unrelated WWE agent was scrambling to find new acts. His director really placed a lot of pressure on him, yelling, "People are saying that Wrestling is too stale, too boring! We need an act of happiness or something like that! Something to draw the soft-hearted, something to appeal to the kids!" The agent rolled his eyes, replying, "Sir, the WWE isn't supposed to be for kids. You know about that, right?!" Immediately, the director stood up in his chair. "Look, you're either going to find me an act of fluffiness, or your job is only one kiss goodbye, you know about THAT?!" The agent breathed a sigh of frustration. "Yes, sir...", he replied, walking out of the room.
Megalo eventually sat down on a bench near the Upper Bay river. He opened the box of donuts. Some were glazed, some were pink-frosted with sprinkles, and some were chocolate-covered. He giggled as he picked up one with pink frosting. It's really... pretty!, he thought to himself, as he took a bite of the donut. "Mmmmm!", he said, enjoying the flavor. However, while he wasn't paying attention, a black limousine drove by him on the street. Suddenly, Megalo heard screeching tires as the limousine stopped partway down the street. He looked over to find someone wearing a formal suit climbing out of the limousine, running towards him. He shrieked in horror, lifting the box of donuts towards the agent as he grew nearer. "T-t-t-take anything you want!", Megalo cried, shivering.
The agent slowed down, surprised by Megalo's reaction. The agent took a seat next to Megalo, with a smile on his face. I've found it!, he thought to himself. "Uh... excuse me, but can I talk to you for a little bit?", he asked cautiously. Megalo looked at the agent, beginning to wear a look of relief as he seemed to be friendly. "S-Sure, Boss...!", Megalo replied. He reached back into the box of donuts, picking out a glazed donut. "Do... do you want one?", he asked, offering the agent the donut. "Uhh... sure!", the agent replied, taking the donut. After he took a bite of the donut, Megalo asked, "What do you want to talk about, Boss?" The agent quickly chewed the food, allowing himself to talk. "Say... have you ever heard of professional wrestling?", he asked Megalo.
For the next 20 minutes, they would discuss Megalo's future, gradually eating all the donuts. When the agent first explained what wrestling was, Megalo was shocked and scared. "You hurt people?!", he asked, hiding his face in his hands. "No see, that's the thing...", the agent replied, leaning in. "...It's all for pretend!", he whispered to Megalo, who put his hands down. "Oh... so... so people actually don't get hurt?", Megalo asked, feeling relieved. "Well, you might get a bruise or two, but that's about all you'll see!", the agent replied with a smile on his face. Megalo rubbed his chin, thinking about that kind of thing. On one hand, it would entertain people and make them happy, but on the other hand, he had to be careful not to injure the other actors. Eventually, he replied, "I'll... I'll do it!", picking up the last donut from the box, shoving the whole donut in his mouth with a smile.
While he drove Megalo to see his director, the agent casually discussed with Megalo about his backstory. "I... I don't remember... S-Sorry...", Megalo said to him, scratching the back of his head. "No, it's alright! We can just say that a traumatic thing happened that caused you to lose your memory!", the agent replied, pulling next to a tall sky scraper. Megalo gasped at the tall size of it. "Your house is so fancy, B-Boss!", he said in amazement, looking upwards as he climbed out of the car. The agent laughed, replying, "I wish this was my house, that's for sure! Alright, this way, buddy..", walking towards the back door of the building. Megalo followed the agent into the director's office, while he was talking on the phone. "No, we can't have John Cena facing The Rock again! This is the third time this month you've asked me!", the director yelled into the phone, slamming it. "Ahem...", the agent said, clearing his throat. The director quickly glanced over, finding a tall, muscular purple bunny next to his agent.
"My... god...", the director said, wearing a look of absolute disbelief. "Well, here it is, Sir! Your next big star!", the agent told his director, wrapping his arm around Megalo's stomach. "Heheheheh... That tickles...!", Megalo giggled. "This... this is...", The director mumbled, grabbing the attention of both Megalo and the agent. "This is... perfect!", he shouted, standing up from the chair. "Listen, big shot,", he told Megalo, "You're going to be the most popular person of this century!" Oh, if only he could tell the future... "I... I am!?", Megalo asked, wearing a smile. "Oh yes, you're gonna be fighting all the big guys, and you're going to win, win, win!", the director said.
After this life-changing discussion, Megalo and the agent discussed his schedule, which seemed to fill up quite a lot. Of course, near the end of that, he remembered my number, and texted me near the end of this discussion, promising VIP tickets to his shows. When they went to test his strength, they were immediately impressed with Megalo's ability to lift hundreds of pounds over his head with little to no struggle! When his first fight came around, it was one of the most popular in television history, gathering millions of views. They had done it. They had found a geyser of intense skill, kindness, and popularity.
Megalo grew friendships with everyone he fought, building up quite an impressive list as time went on. Hulk Hogan, The Rock, John Cena... you name a wrestler, they personally knew Megalo. There was one thing everybody asked him about: "Why do you keep a picture of Andre the Giant everywhere you go, anyway?!" Megalo would always gulp at the question, pulling out a tiny picture of Andre from his pocket. "I just... he... he inspires me, I guess...!", he would reply, wearing a big smile.
Megalo always spread the word about kindness to everyone he could, while simultaneously smashing John Cena into the ropes. Speaking of John Cena, Megalo himself became an online sensation, as a meme that did the opposite of many others: Instead of trolling you, it would troll you AND tell you to chill out. To me, it was funny the first couple of times, and it still is.
Anyways, Megalo's face began to appear on T-Shirts, postcards, bobbleheads, coffee cups, you name it! Almost like a family tradition, his merchandise would always be sold next to Barry's. He even made cameos in some of Barry's concerts, doing things like carrying the drummer through the crowd while he played a full drum kit on top of him, or tossing cans of beer into the mosh pits. You know, stuff like that. But before he would ever do anything on stage, he would give this speech about kindness and how to treat others. Sure, it annoyed a lot of Barry's fans, but most didn't seem to mind, since he would throw them drinks afterwards.
Megalo inspired many hundreds of thousands of people, sort of like a Mr. Rogers adversary. While pile driving, sure, but that's not the point. Megalo proved himself to be one of the greatest of the whole business.
If it wasn't for the fighting, then it was for his golden-colored heart.