Okay, so! In my world, the world itself is extra-dimensionally-kinda-sorta wrapped by Jormungandr, the world-ending snake Norse God. Every ten years, Earth's chosen champion takes on him and his allies in a wrestling match to determine earth's fate in three rounds. If the gods win, Jormungandr destroys the world, we all die and join them in Valhalla. If Earth wins, everyone is saved and he goes back to world-wrapping.
The "chosen champion" just so happens to be my uncle, Scrooge McDuck! He's been doing this for decades, and my family is bound to take over this sacred duty once he retires. My kids already took a crack at it this year, and of course they were amazing. But I couldn't go see it for myself.
The problem is that the wrestling matches take place in Valhalla itself. Since the folks there think the "world ending, people dying, Vahalla gets a huge population explosion" is a good thing, they see us earth defending folks as the villains. So we kind of have to play up that angle and be "heels". Scrooge goes by the moniker Millionaire Miser, for example, and has to act like a complete jerk as the audience boos him. As for me? If anyone began booing my kids, I would not handle it very well. To say the least. Which is why I had to hang back.
But the important thing is they won this year, so all's well that ends well! At least for another ten years. And apparently Norse Gods are the ones who invented wrestling in the first place, and earth just copied it. Good times.
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Okay, so! In my world, the world itself is extra-dimensionally-kinda-sorta wrapped by Jormungandr, the world-ending snake Norse God. Every ten years, Earth's chosen champion takes on him and his allies in a wrestling match to determine earth's fate in three rounds. If the gods win, Jormungandr destroys the world, we all die and join them in Valhalla. If Earth wins, everyone is saved and he goes back to world-wrapping.
The "chosen champion" just so happens to be my uncle, Scrooge McDuck! He's been doing this for decades, and my family is bound to take over this sacred duty once he retires. My kids already took a crack at it this year, and of course they were amazing. But I couldn't go see it for myself.
The problem is that the wrestling matches take place in Valhalla itself. Since the folks there think the "world ending, people dying, Vahalla gets a huge population explosion" is a good thing, they see us earth defending folks as the villains. So we kind of have to play up that angle and be "heels". Scrooge goes by the moniker Millionaire Miser, for example, and has to act like a complete jerk as the audience boos him. As for me? If anyone began booing my kids, I would not handle it very well. To say the least. Which is why I had to hang back.
But the important thing is they won this year, so all's well that ends well! At least for another ten years. And apparently Norse Gods are the ones who invented wrestling in the first place, and earth just copied it. Good times.