In the interval between matches, Marshall and the others discussed what happened in the last match. "I'm not saying you're in trouble! I'm pleased you helped Hogan but did you notice anything strange while you were in there?" Chase asked. "Well despite his glassy eyes, I saw nothing unusual. But I think he was hypnotized!" Marshall said. "Hypnotized? I guess that makes sense. But who would want to hypnotize a wrestler?" Rocky asked. Just then Hogan came over. "Hey, did you kids see that guy who helped me back there?" He asked. "Yeah!" Marshall said smiling. "Guy's name is Kuuga. In fact, we're pretty tight." "Cool! I wanted to thank him for his help during that last match." Hogan said. "I'll take a message." Marshall replied, smiling. "He doesn't know he's actually talking to Kuuga right now!" Zuma muttered under his breath.
As Hogan left, Zuma turned to Marshall. "That was a little too close." He warned Marshall "You almost let your secret slip!" "Hey, I didn't tell him it was me. Besides he wouldn't believe me anyway!" Marshall replied. "He's right you know. No one would believe Marshall was the Kamen Rider." Rocky said. "Heh, true." Zuma nodded as he realised that Rocky was right. "So, uh, who's wrestling next?" Just then a loud voice barked in the pups' direction. "You six! TEN-HUT!" It yelled as a man dressed like an army sergeant strolled over to them.
"Oh no!" Marshall groaned. "It's that bully, Sergeant Slaughter!" "I HEARD THAT! Drop and give me 20!" Sergeant Slaughter barked at him. "Dang it!" Marshall groaned as he got down to do the 20 push-ups. "Wow! Sergeant Slaughter! I heard about you! It's an honour, sir." Chase said, saluting the superstar. "At ease Private." Sergeant Slaughter said. "How come Chase gets off easily!?" Marshall spluttered. "Drop it, Marsh. I don't think you'd want to do too many pushups." Chase whispered to his best friend. "Okay, you'll pay for that." Marshall warned him. "I heard a Paw Patrol squadron was present. You're the Adventure Bay Troop, correct?" Sergeant Slaughter asked. "Yes sir!" Chase replied proudly.
Sergeant Slaughter smiled. "I heard about you kids. Good things too. You six may be in grade school but you've saved many lives and solved many strange cases." He said. "Saving lives is a dangerous business, but it's what we do." Chase said casually. "I see. Well we could really use your help." Sergeant Slaughter said. "This isn't the first time a wrestler has hurt another wrestler this badly. Mr McMahon is worried that something is extremely wrong. If this gets out of hand, they'll have to cancel this year's Wrestlemania." Marshall stopped mid-pushup and tapped on the Decadriver setting it to scan mode. "Well, this sounds right up my alley." He said. "What can you do maggot?!" Sergeant Slaughter barked. "He actually has his uses when he's needed." Chase explained before introducing his best friend. "This is Marshall Onodera. The Paw Patrol Alpha Team's scientific advisor. We usually have him look into the most unusual cases."
"I see." Sergeant Slaughter said. "Well do me a solid and let me know if you kids saw anything strange after the match. Ok?" "You can count on us sir!" Chase said saluting the superstar. He then turned to Rocky and Marshall. "We're gonna need some scans of this place." "Already on it. Got the Decadriver scanning for any traces of cosmic energy." Marshall replied. "I'll tell K-9 to scan for unusual light patterns. Somethings gotta be causing this." Rocky added. "I appreciate you kids doing this. I'll let Mr McMahon know you kids are trying to solve this problem. Report to me after the match. But for now, DISMISSED!" Sergeant Slaughter barked. Then he walked off whistling Dixie.
"I wonder why Sergeant Slaughter is so worried." Zuma asked in confusion. "I think I know why. According to this, he's wrestling next." Skye said, looking up from the pamphlet. "Then that's when we'll do a quick search before the match." Chase said. "I wonder who the Sarge is versing. Can I take a look?" Marshall asked. Skye handed the pamphlet to Marshall who looked at it and gasped. "Oh no! Anyone but him!" "What's wrong Marsh?" Skye asked. "I can't believe it. He's wrestling... The reaper of the ring!" Marshall said in a scared tone. "You don't mean-?" Zuma asked. "Yep. The Undertaker!" Marshall whimpered. "What's the matter? He's just a guy like you and me." Skye said confused. "There's a reason why he's called "the Reaper". If you step into the ring with him, you never come out!" Zuma explained. "Oh." Skye said feeling a little scared.
Back in Adventure Bay City, Lincoln gasped in fright by what Marshall told him about The Undertaker. "Yikes! Sounds like someone you don't want to meet in a dark alley." He said. "You have no idea." Marshall admitted. "You got to meet The Phenom? I always wanted to meet him." Lucy said. "I didn't know you were a fan of The Undertaker Luce." Marshall said surprised. "Well, let's not get too far off track." Lincoln said. "Please continue Marsh."
Back in the arena, Chase rolled his eyes at his friend's statement. "Marshall, I get that you're scared but we got a job to do." "I-I'm not scared! I just value my life that's all." Marshall said sheepishly. "Uh-huh. Yeah, sure." Rubble replied skeptically. "Rubble, The Undertaker is one of those guys you wouldn't want to mess with." Zuma explained. "I need some air." Marshall explained as he stepped outside. "Just let him go. He's just a little flustered by what's going on that's all." Chase explained.
Out in the hallway, Marshall was thinking about the problem he and his friends were in now. He knew the only way to get to the bottom of this case was to get into the ring. But even with his powers of the Kamen Riders, He wouldn't be able to! "If only I could get more time into my transformations."He muttered to himself. But while he was walking he accidentally bumped into someone. "Oh sor-" Marshall started to say, but when he saw who he bumped into he felt a lump form in his throat.
"U-u- UNDERTAKER!" Marshall screamed in terror. "Hey! Are you ok?" The Undertaker asked in concern. "P-p-please don't kill me! I'm too young to die! I got tickets to five Kaiba Corp events!" Marshall stammered in fear. The Undertaker smiled as he helped the Decadriver user to his feet."The bell tolls only for those who deserve it." He explained. "And you can just call me Taker. You Marshall?" "Yep. That's my name." Marshall said a little relieved that he wasn't about to buried 15 feet under. The Undertaker handed him a phone. "There's a call for you. I don't know who it is though. He wouldn't let me get a word in." "Ok. Thanks." Marshall said putting the phone to his ear. "Hello?" On the other end, he heard a voice similar to his own. "How long? Is this long enough? This should be long enough. All right. Hello Marshall! This is Marshall speaking." Marshall looked at the hone annoyed. "Rubble is that you? If this a prank, I'm not falling for it!" The voice on the other end continued. "Now if I'm right and I am, then I'm talking to the one who still has the Decadriver! Oh, that takes me back. Now, I'm a future version of you. Nowhere near as cool as you though but I'm working on it. I got a fez now! I know that's not the Decadriver but it's close to it." "What?" Marshall said in disbelief.
"Oh sorry! Should've said before I started this call. This is a recording. Shame we can't chat. I would've given you some dueling tips but spoilers! Guess you'll learn them later." The future Marshall continued. "Now I haven't got long and I gotta choose my words carefully. Now listen, Wrestlemania is in deep trouble not because of the wrestlers going berserk but because of what's causing it, Dark cosmic energy." Marshall gasped. "But that's impossible!" "On the contrary! Someone has stuck a whole trailer-load of the stuff under the ring. It's corrupting anyone that goes into the ring! I need you to find a way to safely dispose of it. But not all of it! You could keep a bit of it and send it to Dr Bellum. Yes, your science teacher." The future Marshall continued. "Yeah, I know you think she's another nitwit but it needs to be done! It's vital for the future. Anywho, I'm outta time! Good luck me!" Then he hung up.
Marshall stared at the phone for a few minutes. He couldn't deny it. He had just heard from one of his future selves! A future self who despite knowing the risk had sent a message through his own timestream. "So who was it?" The Undertaker asked. "Uh, wrong number." Marshall quickly said. "But I'll see you in the next round. Good luck." The Undertaker nodded as the Decadriver user walked away. As soon as he was out of eyeshot, Marshall activated the Decadriver. "Ghost'll let me see if what my future self said is true." He muttered. He slammed his hand down on the belt, transforming into a vampire-like warrior.
"Kiva!?" He groaned in annoyance. "I really gotta get a manual for this thing." But there was no time to wait for the Decadriver to time out. "Well, guess I gotta improvise with what I got." Kiva muttered as he headed back into the arena, ready to save the day.