The camera turns over to the P3 Soundstage. A sign lights up just below the ceiling that reads “Applause”. The studio audience applauds in reaction to seeing the pretty sign light up. However, when the lights come on in the soundstage, neither Drago nor Mugen are seen. Instead, “Fred” and Bubba are sitting next to each other on the couch. “Fred” leans over to Bubba.

“Fred”: Where they at?

Bubba growls. He looks around the stage and back at “Fred”. The lion shakes his head. He looks over to center stage and grunts upon seeing a television monitor descending from the heavens. The screen turns on to show Mugen and Drago in a space-like background. There are several beer bottles and broken shot glasses in the background as well. Mugen sips on a mimosa while Drago slams another beer.

Mugen: Oh! I didn’t see you there, fellow earthlings. Welcome to the P3 Bonanza, live via….galaxy satellites?

Drago: Mugen, this good cold beer.

Drago picks up another beer bottle and removes the cap with his teeth.

Drago: Down the hatch!

He chugs the beer and throws it aside, letting out a large burp that would make Bubba jealous.

Mugen: As you can see, we are unfortunately not able to be there due to our interdimensional partying.

A xenomorph appears next to Mugen, its mouth opening and drooling all over.

Mugen: Excuse me sir!

Drago drunkenly hands a cold beer over to the alien.

Drago: There you go. Now we have dimensional peace.

The xenomorph crawls away from the camera.

Drago: FACK the TTT. They now jabroni in cube. We save galaxy. Now we heppi and drink in celebration.

Mugen: That’s right old sport. Since we can’t make it to the soundstage, we have a few surprises of our own about to deploy in….

Mugen looks at his imaginary watch….The view pans back over to the soundstage. The monitor is shut off and a portal opens at center stage. A figure steps out and he looks like Mugen….albeit wearing jorts, a bulletproof vest and several chains around him. He also seems to look younger.

Rookie Mugen: The *bleep* is this *bleep*?

???: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Another figure falls from above, landing ass first onto the desk. The man stands up and it’s Drago…...Wearing what looks to be some sort of Serbian butler outfit. His hair is slicked back and he has a five o’ clock shadow.

Rookie Drago: Where I from?

The television screen turns back on. Mugen and Drago tap on the screen.

Mugen: Yoohoo rookie us.

Rookie Mugen: Yo word? That’s me in the future? I look fly as *bleep* and damn I’m in space? That’s dope.

Rookie Drago: Good, I still drink beer.

Mugen: So we aren’t really supposed to tell you because of Time Travel rules but we did it.

Drago: We defeat TTT.

Rookie Mugen: What the *bleep* is a TTT? Sounds like some wack ass disease you get after you *bleep* a ho raw.

Rookie Drago: But you say we win?

Mugen & Drago: YES!

Mugen: And we are also bestest of friends.

Rookie Drago: Why I’m in space?

Mugen holds his fist out for an intergalactic fist bump to which Drago obliges.

Rookie Mugen and Drago look at each other in bewilderment and point at each other.

Rookie Mugen & Drago: We become a team?

Mugen: Yes old sports! Both of you become an elite tag team. An Elite Winning Crew.

Drago: And we challenge stupid Ryu Matsumoto and Matsuda to match in time & space.

Rookie Mugen and Drago are confused at all this information and simply shrug.

Mugen: Honestly, we may have told you too much already but remember………….

Drago: Don’t trust those guys.

Current Drago turns to current Mugen.

Drago: Wait. How they gonna take our advice if they gonna fight each other first? If they no fight, it mess with space-time continuum!

Mugen: Oh…..I forgot about that.

Drago: Forgot about the….like the eternity we fight before become tag team???

Rookie Mugen and Rookie Drago stare at one another. Rookie Drago raises an eyebrow, but instead of keeping it in place, his eyebrow keeps jumping up and down. Rookie Mugen looks rather unimpressed.

Rookie Mugen: Fight? Psssh. I can take him. Yo DJ! SPIN THAT *bleep*!!!!!

The camera pans over to Bubba behind a turntable, wearing a pair of large Audio Technica headphones. He looks rather confused as he tries to spin one of the records with his paw. “Fred” leans in and helps him, using his hand as a guide.

“Fred”: Now move in. Move out. Hands up, now hands down. Back up, back up.

He lightly slaps Bubba on the back.

“Fred”: Tell me what you gonna do now!

Bubba grunts in response, eliciting a smile from “Fred”. The camera goes back to Rookie Mugen and Rookie Drago.

Rookie Drago: What you say to me? I been in war, you know.

Rookie Mugen and Rookie Drago stand face to face with each other, the tension ready to explode at any moment. Rookie Drago then quickly turns around and hops behind the recently replaced desk. He holds his arms out in front of him with his fists clenched, as though he were firing a machine gun, all while making a face like he’s having a stroke. And of course, he’s screaming.

Rookie Drago: AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Suddenly, the soundstage explodes with pyro all over the place, causing random objects to fall from the ceiling and several electronics to explode as well.

Rookie Mugen: I’m getting the *bleep* out of here!

Rookie Drago: THIS IS WAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!

In the midst of all the action, the camera pans back over to Bubba. He opens his mouth to roar, but instead of hearing said roar, a strange voice is heard instead. Almost as if it’s dubbed in from another audio source.

Bubba: Turrible.

The Camera pans to the announce team!  

	WHAT A MATCH!
	What a way to end Wrestlution 13!

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