Michigan, the home of the Red Wings, Detroit and last but not least the biker mice from mars. A very important thing that, lets not forget it. Well come Wednesday it shall host another important landmark, not as big as the giant freakishly so mice with the amazing ability to ride motorcycles.

After an epic... nay titanic struggle against Peter Gilmour, our most modest of heroes came out victorious. An evil foe had been vanquished, a promise had been fulfilled and new target had been acquired. This new foe was evil, possibly even more so than the evil PG. This is a foe that will be very difficult and almost impossible to defeat, at least without help. The ironic twist on this is that the evil PG is still around and they may even face off again they could even be forced into joining together to end a Reign of a truly evil Tyrant.

Anyway on with the show!

Coming out of a local bar we see Heironeous, he is dressed rather casually in a shirt sleeved t-shirt and loose fitting but light weight trousers, of course the colour was pale this time he opted for a butterscotch tone. The weather wasn't exactly warm but then he does come from a very cold climate so even a little heat would be considered warm. A lot of other people are leaving the bar wearing Red Wings shirts, they had obviously been watching the Stanley Cup. It is always a spectacle no matter if your team is in there or not.

Outside a local reporter is stopping the fans asking for their views on the Bruins tying up the series at one game each. The 'man on the street' viewpoint is divided, some want the Bruins to win so that a team in the same division don't take what most if not all Red Wings fans feel is their trophy but the reverse can be said about the other fifty percent. As fortune would have it he stops our boy.

"Excuse me sir, what was your view on the second game of the Stanley Cup?" The reporter enthusiastically shoves the microphone practically into Heironeous' mouth. Smiling politely he says.
"Well being Norwegian I am a complete neutral here, I think it will be tough for the Bruins to win over all against the Blackhawks. They did finish top of their conference, got through the wild, then your Red Wings and the Kings both in tight games. Where as the Bruins had just one tight game and that was in the first round."

The reporter nods, clearly happy to speak to someone who doesn't end a sentence with 'sucks'.

"Wouldn't fatigue play a part in the end?"
"I don't think so. You can never have enough match fitness. A coin a terminology that I've heard used in the states. 'The Blackhawks smell like smoke because they just came through fire.' I think that is fitting, the Bruins may not be able to pick it up for game five and Six."
"So you think it'll end four - two?"
"Yeah I believe so."

At this moment a few of the drunken fans come over and slap Heironeous on the back.

"Hey ... man. This is Heirooooo, haha roooooo. From ... from... Where were you from again?"

Our Paladin just smiles, the sense of other people's happiness wither it be drunken or sober always warms him.

"The XWF my happy friend."
"Yeah... there. We just kicked Peter GilGore's fat flabby butt, just like what.... our Red Wings will do next year. Yeah! Red Wings! Red Wings! Red..."The sudden sound of hurling, no not curling but full on going for it hurling is heard, imagine Team America sort of vomiting, thankfully none of it was seen on the screen.

"Oh I honestly had no idea, would you care to offer a few words?" The reporter can't believe his luck, after all these years of interviewing drunken slobs day after day he finally get's a chance to interview a real somebody even if he hadn't heard of him before. Plus on a positive note he finally had something he would tell his kids to make them stop thinking of him as the loser he really was.

"Yes sure. Well I face Tony Santos right here in Michigan," A loud obvious pop is heard behind him, "for my briefcase with a contract into the Wildcard weekend. It's not going to be easy but just like last time I promise you all that I will put on the show of a life time."

Heironeous smiles expecting the impromptu interview to be over but no, our reporter wasn't going to drop his ball.

"Do you have a catch phrase? Perhaps you'd like to outline why people should watch your show?"
"Why should they watch us? Well just like your Red Wings," Another huge pop. "I commit fully, with passion, honour and talent. I don't take what I have for granted and I earn everything I get, day after day I put my body on the line for all you people just like them. Do you know why?" The reporter grinning worse than the chesire cat from Alice in Wonderland just shakes his head. "Because I AM the natural Twenty and Tony Santos prepare to be eliminated from the playoffs."

"Well we just heard off a member of the XWF Carol, looks like the Blackhawks are gonna win it in six is his opinion. Back to you in the studio."

We flash to the studio where a slightly large black female is sitting behind the news desk next to a slightly more overweight white male.

"I tell you Tom what I would do to that man. Mmmm Mmmm." As Carol licks her lips we fade away. Thankfully.