Voice: He is the original. The first lost, and the first found. The creator of Sakaar and the father of the Contest of Champions.
There are images of the arena where aliens battle to the death.
Voice: Where once you were nothing, now you are something. You are the property of the Grandmaster. Congratulations! You will meet the Grandmaster in five seconds.
Images around the tunnel begin speeding up. Chaos, violence, and confusion mixed in with Grandmaster's face. y/n is very irritated
Voice: Prepare yourself. Prepare yourself. You are now meeting the Grandmaster.
Suddenly y/n is somewhere else, surrounded weirdos and insanely dressed palace guards. Thor is screaming next to him. His scream dies down self-consciously. A musical beat plays in the background. THE GRANDMASTER, a tall mysterious man in golden robes. He is looking right at Thor. He doesn't know what to make of him. He's curious, thrilled, revolted, and titillated. Pulling back we see Topaz, his trusty guard, at his side. Two golden ladies loiter off to the side. Other strange guests can be seen in the background. Grandmaster just stares. S142 stands beside Grandmaster.
Grandmaster: Fancy seeing you here.
y/n: Piss off old man.
Grandmaster: Hey hey hey! What's with the profanities we're all friends here!
y/n: Go away.
Grandmaster: My old favorite champion.
y/n: Have you replaced me?
Grandmaster: It's your own fault. If you'd stayed then you would have been my faviroute.
Grandmaster dismisses y/n and turns to Thor.
Grandmaster: He's wonderful. It is a he?
S142: It's a he.
Grandmaster: Yeah. I love when you come to visit 142, you bring me the best stuff. Whenever we get to talking, Topaz, about Scrapper 142... what do I always say? "She is the..." and it starts with a B.
Topaz: Trash.
Grandmaster: No, not trash. Were you waiting just to call her that? It doesn't start with a "B."
Topaz: Booze hag.
Grandmaster: I'm so sorry. No, "best." I was thinking about "best." Because I always say you're the best. She brought me my precious beloved Champion, you know.
y/n: Which one?
Grandmaster: Well, both of them now.
Topaz: You say that every time she's here.
Grandmaster: What have you brought today? Tell me.
S142: A contender.
Thor: A what?
Grandmaster: I need to go closer. I want a closer look at this. Can you take us closer? Thank you.
Grandmaster advances on Thor. Examining him closely and strangely.
Grandmaster: Pay this lady.
Thor: Just wait a damn minute. I'm not for sale.
Using all his might, Thor breaks out of his shackles, but S142 zaps him again. Paralyzed by superheated veins.
Grandmaster: Man. He is a fighter.
S142: I'd take 10 million.
y/n: What?!
Topaz: Tell her she's dreaming.
y/n: You only payed 2 mil for me the first time!
Grandmaster: For heaven's sake, transfer the units.
Topaz transfers S142 the units. Without sympathy or ceremony, S142 exits.
Thor: You'll pay for this!
S142: No, I got paid for this.
Thor claws at the obedience disk, trying to rip it out. He gets some separation from his skin, but the disk is causing him even more pain. Thor eventually has to let go.
y/n: Yeah they don't work like that.
Grandmaster holds up his own fob device and uses it like a wand to guide Thor and y/n's hover chairs, which follows Grandmaster around as he speaks.
Grandmaster: Here's what I wanna know. Who are you?
Thor: I am the God of THUNDER!
Thor thrusts his arms into the air but only a tiny bit of static electricity pops within Thor's hands.
y/n: The hell was that?
Grandmaster: How. I didn't hear any thunder, but out of your fingers, was that like... sparkles?
Topaz: We located your cousin.
Grandmaster: Oh good! Yeah, come on. I think you're gonna like this.
Grandmaster moves Thor and y/n's chairs to another section where Cousin Carlo is waiting. He's strapped to a chair like them, and he is terrified.
Grandmaster: There he is. Hey, cuz. We almost couldn't find you. What, have you been hiding?
Cousin Carlo looks at Thor, cowering in fear.
Thor: Hi.
Carlo only further weeps.
Grandmaster: So-
Cousin Carlo: -Please. I'm sorry.
Grandmaster: Carlo... I pardon you.
Cousin Carlo: Thank you. Thank you.
Grandmaster: You're officially pardoned... from life.
Grandmaster casually takes Topaz's Sakaarian Guard staff and jabs it into his cousin's midsection- causing all his flesh to melt off his skeleton! Carlo shrieks in pain before his vocal cords melt. Thor looks on, in shock.
Thor and y/n: Oh, my god!
Liquid Carlo spreads towards Grandmaster.
Grandmaster: I'm stepping in it. I'm stepping in it. Look out!
Thor: Oh, the smell.
Grandmaster: What does it smell like?
Topaz: Burnt toast.
Grandmaster: What happened to my manners? I haven't properly introduced myself. Come on. Follow me.
The Grandmaster
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