THUD!



Dionysus spins around at the sound.



THUD!



The whole ground begins to shake.



THUD!



'What the heck is that?' The X-Treme Champion wonders.



THUD!



It draws nearer.



THUD!



Just around the corner!



THUD!



OH... MY.... GOD...!












It's a T-Rex mech! Piloted by everyone's least favourite swine, Hotdog! Where did he even get this thing from?



Dionysus has no idea what to do! He left his Power Rangers cosplay at home!



The Rex-mech roars! The extradimensional hog belches! Oh no, it looks like he got into the radiator fluid again...



Another burp. A vomit. The entire interior compartment he steers his zoid from gets coated in pig-spew. What's this?! It appears to be extra acidic! The vomit begins to burn its way through the compartment and to the rest of the robot as well.



Sad T-Rex noises!



The mech falls apart, with one itty bitty arm conking Dionysus on the head.



Hotdog falls from a height that pigs really shouldn't be falling from!



He's asleep before he even lands on top of Dioysus. But he does. And a referee is conveniently there.



The terrible (in more ways than one) much suit rains down around them in a way that defies gravity. It should really have just fallen into a heap. But not today! Will the referee count to 3 before a piece of robo-dino lands on him and maybe crushes him alive or even just crushes his hopes and dreams? Find out probably in like an hour or so!



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KICKOUT!

And not a moment too soon, for Dionysus rolled with Hotdog in tow as a piece of Dino shrapnel clanged heavily to the ground, sparing their lives.

“…Well that could’ve gone worse.”