Get ready for an interstellar curveball! Promoter Rustin ignites the Wildcard arena with a game-changing forced draft. Locke and Bolgar, once rivals, must now co-pilot with half of each other's teams, creating an electrifying fusion of strategies and champions. It's a cosmic clash of titans, as Locke's precision meets Bolgar's brute force in an unprecedented display of skill and adaptability. Robots and beasts will share the same side and bench, blurring the lines between man and machine. This draft, akin to a cosmic combine, is set to redefine the Wildcard narrative, testing the mettle of champions and reshaping the course of this intergalactic saga. As alliances shift and strategies evolve, only one thing is certain: the Wildcard universe will never be the same again!
Promoter Rustin today, shocking the Wildcard world by imposing a forced draft.
Now, Locke and Bolgar each have to play with half the other guy's team.
We're talking robots and meat puppets on the same side, on the same bench, and in the same bed.
There's nothing about beds in here.
Well, not prohibited. Okay, so look out for the sock on the doorknob.
Okay, let's stick to what we do know.
Oh, I know.
A combine will take place for all the summons to show their stuff to the other champion. Now, Gareth, how does this affect Locke's gameplay?
Oh, by sucking?
Because this sucks. Locke's team was engineered by the best minds on Chronos - NWA, Nerds with Attitude. Now he has to hand half of them over to Beardo McMahon, bun's fleet architect.
But it goes both ways, okay? Because Locke can draft Bolgar's most powerful creature, his rescue pet.
My dude, this is Wildcard. This is not some charity for mutant antelopes, okay? And Jot Rustin. Hey there, boss. Love the cumberbun.
You smell incredible.
Nobody pulls off a cumberbun like you, boss. Jot did this to save Bolgar from annihilation.
Okay, but if Bolgar's creatures are so weak, why did the Chronians rip them off?
Rip them oh, here we yeah.
Because Fendor is an exact copy of Lumph.
They ain't playing like copies, though, are they, Reno?
No, they ain't. If anything, Bolgar is going to draft Fendor, kick Lumph over to Locke's team, let him suck over there. Did I mention that this sucks?
Many times. Okay, but how about sport?
Oh, my gosh. No, thank you. I've had lunch.
No sports. What?
Move. That's a talent no engineer on Chronos has been able to copy. Don't you think Locke would be crazy not to draft him?
Reno, you do know where mushrooms grow.
I'm not talking about that.
I'm gonna give you a hint. It's on the ground, but it's next.
To the let's get back. If you escape the rest of the.
Day, everyone looks at you like you.
Just escaped from a hospital.
How do you even know what that look is?
I've been around some hard places, Reno. I don't talk about it to protect you because you're soft and I'm hard and rugged. Like the trail.
That's it. I'm calling it. Time of segment death, 11:52. This has been wild.
You did get me. And it was quite scary.
Loud? You've never been told that? Very loud. Sometimes.
Power comes in silence.