The Hawkmoths VS LoRI - Finale - The True Ending

Zeydaan, as Mythra reached for her core crystal, when all of a sudden, she was interrupted.

A firm punch to the face met Raven, sending her flying out of the arena. And before she could react, a second did the same to Mythra.

“And the winner, via draw, is Bean the Moth?” Ripley sounded baffled.

Bean, having silently crawled onto the arena, stood with a sour face and two (out of four) smoking fists. Defeating both combatants with a single blow each.

The match had been going on for several more hours than Zeydaan had agreed, thanks in part to the American style ad breaks that happened every 5 minutes. Bean had decided to take the initiative and end the match now.

Both teams seemed utterly flabbergasted, aside from Zach who was practically breathless from laughter. The crowds reaction, however, was far more celebratory- Bean evidently more popular than anyone could expect.

Had Zeydaan been conscious, she probably would’ve taken offence at how ready the crowd was to put up celebratory Bean banners. Of course, she was now being dragged away by the winner from the respawn platform to finally go to the movies as she was promised.

“Wow. Er… Don’t underestimate the moth, I guess.” Razor checked his phone to see if he still got a payout from Grey. Of course not. “I gotta go deal with a Smoggie.” He taped the largest gun he had at the time onto his back.

Later that Night in Buffalo, NY

“To make sure there are no hard feelings, and since technically we both lost, we’re going to share our ‘mutually assured cringe’ worst possible versions of ourselves.” Melanie held up a DVD marked HAWKMOTHS: THE TRUE STORY. “Alvis, do you know that this will run on our Blu-Ray player?”

“It should after the overhaul.” Alvis made the disc player components shape into a spherical construct. “You can run all forms of media from ancient runes to cyber-cells from the 32nd Century.”

“Does it get HBO?” Razor claimed a whole couch for himself.

“I would figure that access to understanding all media would be a priority.”

“Eh, I know a guy who can run a lead from the wires.” Razor found himself shoved to the corner of the couch. “I dibbsed it.” Bean stared daggers at him. “I mean that I was savin’ space for you. Yeah…”

“That reminds me.” DM looked up from a binder simply marked ‘Emily’s 2005 – 2006 novel’. “Why did Bean throw the belt onto Emily?”

“Bean doesn’t care.” Lilith tossed an incendiary grenade into a vat of pop corn kernels. “It’s just a prop and she figures your society needs that illusion of power to avoid inter-dimensional conflicts.”

Speaking of Bean, the winning moth hit play on the remote. Soon enough, the awful film started to play. Everything was off and horrible. The plot was a mess, clearly designed by a team who had absolutely no idea what they were doing, given the fact Zeydaan was the main villain and Zach was a grizzled loner.

Melanie groaned. “Uh, they picked the most generic human actors to play Ashley and Zeydaan. There isn’t even a true transformation at any point!”

Zach, however, seemed immune from the humiliation- laughing at every overly broody dialogue from his poor imitation alongside Lilith.

The evening went ahead with both teams surprisingly enjoying the absolute train wreck overall. All of them starting to quote Zeydaan’s overblown dialogue and teasing her that she didn’t use some of her ‘iconic lines’ during the fight. The fae wolf, and her opponent were nursing headaches like no other. Smash’s recovery system still leaving a little something to be desired.

After the film, to balance out the humiliation, the team took it in turns to read paragraphs from Emily’s novel and see who could get through a section without laughing- even the champion herself was silently giggling at times.

The evening went on until twilight. A dramatic crowning ceremony on the winning moth helping the two teams to come together.

“You know we definitely deserve a rematch” Zeydaan said to Emily, while still gently petting Bean’s head. “It’s nice to get the teams together like this. Not so different, are we.”

Emily was about to scoff, but, after all was said and done, she stopped herself, enough for Zeydaan to pick up on. “Thanks,” she said briefly.

“Course, there won’t be any surprises next time. Nor any bets.”

“I heard about that. Someone should try and track down Grey, I think she ran off with the pot.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, funnily enough, one person bet on Bean to win and ran off with the whole pot.”

Emily paused for a moment. “Alvis?”

“Alvis.”

The End