Into the velvet sky crept the dawn. A glimmer at first, peeking its way above the horizon. Light at the end of the tunnel; at the end of the night; at the end of it all.

Before it, the dark retreated.

Hail to the sun! A harbinger of hope! Dawnbreaker.

On its back, tomorrow's fortune rode, calling to the beasts of the land. A rooster crowed the morn's message, echoing across the hills and plains. Livestock munched in agreement. Merry bluebirds twitted and frolicked. And on a lion's roar, fear gave way to calm.

None knew of the coming storm.

None save for the snout sniffing at the air.

"Oink ooink ooink."


Rounding a corner in the 24/7 labyrinth, Hotdog scoffs as the young lions take their leave. In his world they may be the source of the bitch-odor p carried him here, but on this world that was yet to be determined. With his interdimensional nostrils, the pig traced the pungent stench to its usual source... the holder of the X-Treme Championship.

"Oink oink oink... oink oink ooiinnkk oink ooink ooiinnk oink oink oink..."


Jason Cashe turned towards the grunts.

"What the fu..."

But it was too late. Hotdog charged him down and placed over a ton of weight upon the bitch.

The sun passed behind an ominous cloud.

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