The Macho Man's Cosmic Sacrifice: Randy Savage vs. Tiamat

The Cognitive Realm stretched before them, a sea of starry beads representing the thoughts of countless beings. Azrael's wings cut through the ethereal substance, each beat sending ripples across reality. In his arms, the unconscious woman lay still, her fate intertwined with theirs.

Randy Savage, the Macho Man, flew alongside his companions. His cosmic power, fueled by the fervor of millions of fans across the multiverse, left a trail of glittering energy in his wake. Beside him, Mal struggled to keep pace, his face a mask of determination and fear.

The wormhole tore open behind them, a wound in the fabric of space-time. From its maw emerged Tiamat, each of her five heads radiating a different aspect of chromatic destruction.

"Frost and fire, we're in for it now," Mal muttered, his voice somehow carrying through the voiceless expanse.

Randy turned, his eyes narrowing behind his cosmic sunglasses. He could see the terror in Mal's eyes, the desperation in Azrael's wingbeats. The Macho Man knew what he had to do.

As Tiamat closed in, Randy felt time slow. His cosmic power surged, and in that moment, he understood its purpose.

"By the Cosmos, I swear this oath," Randy's voice boomed in their minds. "No dragon, no god, no force in all the realms will harm my friends today. OH YEAH!"

He launched himself backward, his body becoming a comet of pure heroic energy. Tiamat's heads snapped forward, elemental breath weapons charging. But Randy was faster.

He collided with the dragon queen in a spectacular explosion of power. His arms, corded with the strength of a thousand suns, wrapped around Tiamat's central neck. They grappled at the edge of existence, two titans locked in a battle that shook the very foundations of the Cognitive Realm.

Randy's power flared brighter, fueled by the ideals of heroism and sacrifice. With a roar that echoed across dimensions, he executed his final move. The string arm technique, perfected over countless cosmic wrestling matches, found its ultimate expression.

Tiamat thrashed and snarled, but she could not break free. Together, they tumbled out of the wormhole's slipstream, spiraling into the infinite abyss beyond.

As his companions watched in awe, the last they saw of Randy Savage was his fist raised in defiance, a beacon of hope against the encroaching darkness. In that moment, Randy felt a profound sense of peace wash over him. He had lived his life in the ring, always striving to be the best, to be worthy. Now, in this act of ultimate sacrifice, he finally felt worthy of joining the other heroes in the great cosmic ring in the sky.

Mal pressed on with the group, the weight of Randy's sacrifice heavy on his heart. But even as they followed Azrael to safety, Mal could have sworn he heard the faint echo of "OH YEAH!" reverberating through the cosmos. As they flew, a new constellation began to form in the starry expanse of the Cognitive Realm. To their amazement, the stars aligned into the unmistakable shape of a tiny cup of creamer that had risen to the top of the cosmos. Mal smiled, knowing that the Macho Man had truly found his place among the stars, his legacy now eternally captured in the heavens. The "Creamer Constellation" would forever remind travelers of Randy Savage's heroic sacrifice and his final, epic rise to greatness.