We find the mighty Tarrasque sitting on an exam table with his shirt off, lying next to him. Dr Robert Smith is examining him while Vespertine stands off to the side, looking concerned. 

Vespertine - Do you know what happened to him, Doc?

Doctor Smith - I don’t know. We’re running a number of tests. Alex, can you tell me what happened according to you?

Tarrasque rubs the back of his head with an easy smile. 

Tarrasque - Me no know. Me come down to ring with Grimm Krueger so we can face our opponents and keep our tag team titles. Me think Krueger start match, and me stay on ring apron, but then next thing me know…me pinned in ring. Me no know what happened! 

Vespertine - He started the match, Doc. He didn’t fight back a lick during the match that ended really quickly because of it. It was like he was there, but not really there. You know what I mean?

The Doctor listens to the Beast breathing with the stethoscope, noting the patch on the back of Tarrasque’s shoulder. 

Doctor Smith - Well, I’m going to check on some other patients while the test results are being processed. Vespertine, if I could speak with you out in the hallway, please?

Vespertine - Yes, that’s fine. 

Vespertine follows Doctor Smith out into the hallway, where he closes the door behind them so that Tarrasque cannot hear them speaking. 

Doctor Smith - What’s the patch on his shoulder? I assume from the placement that he did not put it there, so it must be you. What are you drugging him with?

Vespertine - Just a little something to keep him from accessing the Akashic Records in his mind. If he does that, then he will know the good from the bad. We of the Eternal Grove can’t have that. 

The doctor narrows his eyes as he listens to Vespertine. 

Doctor Smith - So, you don’t want him to know that you’re the bad guys, so you cut off one of his senses with a drug?

Vespertine - You make it sound so evil when you say it like that. What it is really about is to keep his Beast Mode in check.

Doctor Smith - How’s that working out for ya?

Vespertine - I’ve been keeping him under control with the patches and sex. He even chose me when his “brother” came back to free him from me. 

Doctor Smith - I’m going to have to remove the patch and have it tested to see what the drug is. You realize that this might be a side effect of whatever you’ve been pumping into his system?

Vespertine - I realize that, and it’s going to have to be the risk that we take to keep him from killing anybody and everybody around him.

Doctor Smith - That ceased being something that you can dictate the moment you brought him in to be seen. We are looking out for his best interests after all. I’m going to go in there and tell him what you’ve been doing to him and that you might be killing him just to get the added muscle to your group. 

Vespertine - I can’t allow that to happen, Doc. 

Doctor Smith - You cannot stop me, Vespertine. 

Vespertine - I think you will find that I can, Doc. 

The Doctor attempts to walk past Vespertine to get back to the room when she karate chops him in the back fo the neck, knocking him out instantly. He falls onto his face in front of the door. Vespertine swings the door open, knocking the Doctor in the side of the head and moving his unconscious form away from the door. She walks into the room with a smile. 

Vespertine - So…Tarrasque. The Doctor says that your tests came up fine and that it must be something with your diet that is causing you trouble. We should put you on something of a diet. Let’s get you dressed and get out of here so we can get you some high-quality food for once instead of the massive amounts of junk you normally eat. 

Tarrasque looks a little crestfallen, but tries to cheer up some. 

Tarrasque - No junk food? Me need lots of calories!

Vespertine - Oh right. Maybe we need to feed you a higher quality of food with more calories. We have some time before your next match. So, let’s hit the buffet in Vegas! 

Tarrasque starts to drool right away. 

Tarrasque - Vegas Seafood Buffet? Yes, please! 

Vespertine - Great! Let’s get going before the Doctor wakes up…

Tarrasque - What?

Vespertine - Before he gets back from his other patients of course. What did you think I said?

Tarrasque - Me no know? Ok, we go. 

Tarrasque gets his shirt back on, and they exit the room. The Doctor is getting back to his feet as they are walking down the hallway.

Doctor Smith - STOP THEM! 

However, no one actually attempts to stop them as they run out of the Doctor’s office and into the back of the waiting limo that takes off once they are in. Vespertine chuckles once they are settled. 

Vespertine - Well, we don’t really know what happened in that WUK match, but I’m fairly certain that it won’t happen again. 

Tarrasque - Good. Me no like losing. 

Vespertine - I don’t like you losing either. 

Sometime later, Tarrasque and Mick Brandon are at a local bar. Tarrasque is in a light blue button-up shirt and khakis, with the shirt barely holding on for dear life against his muscles. Mick is in a metal band T-shirt and blue jeans. Mick orders a pair of beers and a pair of shots of top-shelf whiskey. He puts one of the beers and one of the shots in front of Tarrasque. 

Mick Brandon - You shoot the shot and chase it with beer. Like so…

Mick downs the shot and gizzles some beer to chase the burn of the whiskey away. Tarrasque blinks as he lifts the shot of whiskey up like it’s a brand new thing that he has never seen before in his life. He brings it close to one eye and examines the amber fluid before setting it back down on the bar. 

Tarrasque - Me no know about this. Is good? 

Mick Brandon - Of course it’s good. It really helps you relax and chill. You do want to relax and chill, right? I mean, that is why you agreed to come out with me. To relax and maybe pick up some chicks. 

Tarrasque - Pick up…chicks?

Mick Brandon - Yeah? Women, man. Pick up women. 

Tarrasque seems to consider it with a wide grin. 

Tarrasque - Oh! Me can do! Me am strong! 

Just then, a woman walks up to the bar to order a drink. She’s in a dark blue short dress. 

Woman - Hey, I would like to order a - eep!

Tarrasque sweeps her off her feet, holding onto her like he would a blushing bride being carried over the threshold. 

Woman - What are you doing?

Mick Brandon - Tarrasque? That’s not what I meant! 

Woman - Put me down! 

Tarrasque puts her back on her feet and smiles.

Tarrasque - Sorry. Mick say we should pick up chicks! 

The woman blinks in confusion for a moment before she gets the meaning. She looks Tarrasque over, really looking him over. She runs a couple of fingers up his arm and across his chest with a wide grin. 

Woman - And you chose me to pick up?

Tarrasque - Yeah. 

Woman - You mind if I join you? I just have to go tell my friends I found a hot guy…

Tarrasque - Okay. 

She leaves, and Tarrasque turns back to his drinks. 

Tarrasque - The shot and then the beer?

Mick Brandon - Yeah. 

Tarrasque picks the shot up and sniffs at it for a moment before downing it. He makes a face and then drinks his beer. All of it. He slams the glass down and wipes the back of his hand with a laugh. 

Tarrasque - That was good! We should do another. 

Mick Brandon - That’s the spirit! 

Mick orders three rounds this time as the woman walks back over to sit next to Tarrasque with a wide smile. 

Woman - Hey. My name is Natalie. What’s yours?

Tarrasque - Me am called Tarrasque.

Mick Brandon - Hey, I’m Mick. 

Natalie nods and accepts her drinks with a nod. 

Natalie - We should totes do these together! 

Tarrasque - Together?

Mick Brandon - She means at the same time, Tarrasque. 

Tarrasque - Oh! Okay then. 

The three of them lift their shots up and clink the glasses together before shooting them down and chasing the shots with the beer. 

Tarrasque - That good! Another!

Natalie - Yes! 

Mick Brandon - Alrighty then, let’s do this! 

Several rounds later, the three are sloppy drunk. This is, of course, Tarrasque’s first time experiencing being drunk. 

Tarrasque - Mick…you know why you suck?

Mick Brandon - I am the most winningest wrestler in all the dark matches?

Tarrasque - That not count. 

Mick Brandon - Then, no, Tarrasque. I don’t know why I suck. Please, tell us all why I suck so I can move on to improve myself. 

Tarrasque - You not strong. 

Mick Brandon - That’s it? The whole thing of why I’m not in the place where Samael Drago is? I’m not strong? At least *I* didn’t forget that I was in a ring when I was defeated in my last match. 

Tarrasque opens his mouth in anger to speak, but Natalie turns his stool around and pulls him into a passionate kiss. Once they break apart, she pulls him closer to whisper into his ear. 

Natalie - Please, don’t start a fight here. 

Tarrasque - Okay. 

Tarrasque spins around back to Mick Brandon and smiles. 

Tarrasque - You right. Me not know what me think. You still not strong, but me can fix. Me help you not be weak. Me also not know why me not know me was in ring. That scary, because me know can happen at any time. 

Mick Brandon - And that’s why I’m going to start in the ring when we go up against the Shadow Club. 

Tarrasque - That fine. You start. Me no know who these Shadow Club people are. Are they strong? Are they weak? Who know?

Mick Brandon - It doesn’t matter who they are. We are going to dominate them in the ring. We are going to show these people who the Eternal Grove are! 

Natalie - Yeah, baby! Wait…who are the Eternal Grove?

Mick Brandon - Wrestling faction. Tarrasque and I recently joined the group. We are dominating the Conquest Wrestling Federation. 

Natalie - Oh, I love wrestling! I don’t know that I have seen the CWF, though. I watch the FWA normally. 

Mick Brandon - Well, why don’t we hook you and your friends up with some tickets?

Natalie - That would be so awesome! My friends and I would love that. Would make up for me abandoning them tonight. Like four tickets would cover it!

Mick Brandon - Alright. Let me get those out. I always carry a few tickets in case I meet fans or would be fans. 

Mick reaches into his wallet and pulls out four tickets, handing them over to Natalie. She squeals with delight and kisses Tarrasque again. 

Natalie - You guys are so great! Are you, like, staying anywhere nearby?

Mick Brandon - Yeah, we’re at the Four Seasons. Each with a separate room. 

Natalie gropes Tarrasque’s arm and chest with a glint in her eye. 

Natalie - That’s good to know. Why don’t you give me the info, Tarrasque, and I can join you later tonight for some more fun? I should really get back to my friends. They’ll be so excited for the tickets! 

Mick gives her Tarrasque’s room number at the Four Seasons. She gives him a hug and heads off to join her friends. Mick orders another round with a laugh. 

Mick Brandon - You even going to be able to get it up after all this drinking?

Tarrasque blinks in confusion before doing his shot and drinking the beer. He sets the glass down with a burp.

Tarrasque - Me already show me can lift her. Me still strong…

Mick Brandon - Not what I meant. 

Tarrasque - Oh? What you mean?

Mick whispers into his ear, and Tarrasque goes bright red. 

Tarrasque - Alcohol can do that? OH MY GOD! YOU BEEN HAVING ME DRINK ALL NIGHT! 

Mick Brandon - Truth be told, I didn’t think you were going to get a girl that fast…or at all. Let’s just head back to the hotel. You can drink some water, that will help. 

Tarrasque nods enthusiastically. 

Tarrasque - Me going drink all of the water! Me no want…what you call it? Whiskey dick! 

Now it’s Mick’s turn to go red in the face. 

Mick Brandon - I’m sure that it will be fine. I mean you have a pretty high metabolism. 

Tarrasque - Oh good. Let us go! 

Even more later on, Natalie and Tarrasque are lying under the covers at the hotel. It’s pretty clear what they just did, as they seem like they are nude under the blanket. Natalie’s breasts are out of the cover, though, as she turns to Tarrasque. 

Natalie - Don’t you guys do interviews or talk online before your match?

Tarrasque grabs his smartphone from the bedside table and hands it to her. 

Tarrasque - Yeah. Me am signed in FaceTwatter. Just go live and me speak. 

Natalie - Alrighty! Aaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnd…go! 

Tarrasque - At War Zone, me and Mick get face Shadow Club in ring. Me know no which ones we going see in ring, but me know one thing for sure. Me am strong and so me going bring them down and pin them in the middle of the ring! Me am strong…if you not remember this. 

Natalie - Oh, I fucking remember how strong you are! You lifted me up like I was a little baby! 

Tarrasque - Let me think. Shadow Enchanter, Shadow Caller, Carol Doll, and the White Shadow make up the full Shadow Club. 

Natalie - They sure have a hard-on for the shadows. 

Tarrasque - Like me for you?

Natalie blinks and turns the camera down to where Tarrasque is pitching a mighty tent under the blanket. 

Natalie - Again? You’re a monster! I LOVE it! Let’s get this done so we can work on that! 

Tarrasque - Me know know which of you might be coming to face us, though if me have to guess it be Shadow Enchanter and Shadow Caller. Dumb names, dumber people. If you think you gonna beat me…you stupid AND weak. Turn it off. 

Natalie turns the feed off and tosses the phone at the bedside table before slipping under the covers, where we assume she’s started sucking dick.

Now is where we fade…