When humanity is threatened only the super-powered might of the Toronto Maple Leafs can be counted on to save the day. A mysterious evil has begun to whisper promises of an unthinkable danger to the powers of the National Heroes League. Preparations have begun and none are more eager for the battle to begin than the mighty Maple Leafs.

Auston Matthews waits patiently, knowing that his moment is bound to present itself. The training session is turning into a bit of a farce. Dressing an enraged hippo cow in formal evening attire is exactly as difficult as it sounds. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad, except that the Leafs had been instructed not to use any powers. Certainly, Wily Nylander wouldn’t be getting kicked across the training arena if he was using his mesmerizing aura to confound the wild creature.

Auston moves quickly to catch Wily before he collides with the arena wall. He doesn’t use any powers, he is just that fast and strong.

“Don’t get that mustache on me.” Wily laughs.

Auston laughs too. His mustache is divine and he knows it. “This is getting ridiculous. It’s time to finish it.” Auston strides toward the hippo. “Alright darling, Papi is done playing.”

Morgan Rielly is the only Leaf still challenging the massive snorting heap of muscle. His technopathic super powers don’t help him directly in combat so he is less uncomfortable than his teammates. Using the distraction to his advantage, Auston dashes in close to the hippo and wraps his arms around its neck. The quick maneuver lends momentum to Auston’s tremendous frame and he flips over and around, tightening his headlock and actually staggering the creature. Morgan steps in and shoulder checks the unbalanced hulk and knocks the hippo off her feet. Auston shifts his grip into a sleeper hold and after about fifteen minutes the hippo finally stops struggling.

“Crap.” Morgan says, as he moves to complete the mission.

“What’s the problem?” Auston is exhausted but it doesn’t show.

“She crushed the lipstick.” Morgan points to the bright red smear on the hippo’s foot.

“Crap.” Auston says, hating to lose even in training.