The sun hit you, the timelines had reached a breaking point and shattered, rewinding everything all the way back. But some pieces were too broken, coming back incorrectly, or mixed. Many new faces showed up on the Island as the inhabitants woke back up on Apollo, the island they called home years ago. One such remix was Meowdas, the mix of the suave and calculated Midas in his prime, and the raw power of Meowscles. Now he stood there, the Golden Knockout. Poised precision with every brutal strike.

You woke up off in Craggy Cliffs, as you used to all those years ago. Went to work off by Steamy Stacks, finally clocked out and you needed a bathroom break. Luckily, you were getting off for your week long break, and headed to the only open Porta-Potty off in the back of the property. Stepping in, you instantly felt a suction and within a moment you were looking down a smooth tunnel that quickly spat you out in a vault. A soft groan left you as you pushed yourself back up. Right in front of you sat the riches of Meowdas... and some guards that clearly heard your impromptu entrance, and didn't seem very pleased.

They dragged you up to the main rooms of the Yacht, is was massive, three stories packed with room and board for it's many employees. After they let you relive yourself, you were taken to the Meowrigold's captain's quarters, where Meowdas was currently knocking out an all too cocky fighter. He adjusted his gloves, cocking an eyebrow as he looked at you and purred a little. He was only wearing the undershirt, his vest and tie discarded in a corner. You could see his muscles pressing against the fabric.

"Hello."

His voice was smooth, cold, calculated to intimidate as he walked to the sides gazing at you over the ropes.

"You seem lost, kit. But I understand it was an accident. You didn't mean to travel to our watery base... but you intrigue me."

He hopped over the ropes and circled you slowly.

"Perhaps a test is in order? I'd like to see if you can join our ranks."