We open the scene up in a room surrounded by wall sized LCD panels. The scene at the moment depicts the 360 degree view from what looks like space. Drago, confused by the life-likeness of the room starts touching everything to the amusement of Mugen.
Drago is led to a window concealing a mysterious room. Mugen pushes a button and the room is dimly lit; nothing of interest seems to be inside, only what looks to be a blank space.
Mugen: Old sport, have you ever thought about interdimensional affairs?
Drago blankly stares at Mugen.
Drago: What.
Mugen: What if I told you that we have multiple universes that exist? That there are multiple versions of ourselves running around in these universes? The parallel universe or multiverse theory?
Drago: Are you ok?
The Sultan of Safety smirked. He grabs his friend by the shoulders.
Mugen: Drago, I am more than ok. Science, is okay. And soon, I’ll become more powerful than ever.
Mugen pushes another button on a nearby control panel and points at the window. The dimly lit room is illuminated by the sight of several holograms; most of them looking quite like the Lord of the Lariat, albeit with some quirks that don’t seem quite right. Mugen points at one that looks like Mugen…...in a Hawaiian shirt.
Mugen: Hawaiian Shirt Mugen. Exactly like regular Mugen, but with a Hawaiian shirt.
Drago: Couldn’t you just wear a Hawaiian shirt and this hologram would be irrelevant?
Mugen: That’s not how this works.
He quickly points to another Mugen hologram. This time, he’s wearing some sort of future police outfit, with an intricately designed helmet, the visor covering his eyes.
Mugen: Future Police Cop Mugen.
The hologram points to something off-screen.
Future Police Cop Mugen: CRIIIIIIIIMMMMMEEEEE!!!
Mugen: The future of law enforcement! Never thought I’d see myself in that position, if I’m to be honest.
Mugen presses another button to reveal a version of Mugen who is wearing a sweater vest, brown khaki pants and an innocent grin on his face waving to who knows what.
Mugen: I’m……….not proud of that one.
Drago looks rather unimpressed by all this. He shakes his head in confusion.
Drago: How you know if this all real? How much you look into this?
Mugen: With my cutting-edge research & development team, anything is possible. And believe me friend, I have spent many, many months compiling all this data from these different dimensions. And maybe there are still some other dimensions left to locate!
Drago: Ok, but what is point of all this? What you intend to do?
Mugen claps his hands in excitement.
Mugen: I’m glad you asked! You are familiar with the artifacts I’ve been collecting recently, right?
Drago: I’m thought those were like merchandise or something.
Mugen: Ahem...these artifacts give me the power to consolidate every other Mugen’s power into myself! With a snap of my fingers, my alternate counterparts will disappear in a flash and I will become more POWERFUL than ever before!
Drago: Even if this all real like you think it is, what make you think that doing this won’t cause catastrophic effects for other people in other universe?
Drago:
Or even this one? I’m don’t know how many version of ME are out there, but is not something I’m want to mess with!
Mugen: That’s a risk I’ll have to take, old friend. All to make me the finest Light Heavyweight Champion of all time.
Drago: So what this have to do with me?
Mugen smiles at Drago. The hunter in return grows annoyed.
Drago: You gotta be kidding me.
Mugen: I want YOU to be the first real test of my newfound abilities! Seeing as our history stretches far beyond any dimension, I would grant you that honor at Summercide!
Drago turns around and starts walking away.
Mugen: Oh come on, old sport! You know you love this! You love gooooooold.
The hunter turns his head.
Drago: Can’t you just leave me alone?
Mugen: To do what? Lay on your couch watching the same rerun of Deadliest Catchfor the 79th time? You’ve gotten soft. And quite frankly, lazy.
Drago: I…..
Mugen: Come on!
Drago looks at the ground with his hands in his pockets. His mind is stuck in deep contemplation.
Drago: But I haven’t even
Mugen: Dropped DE FIVE?!?!?!?
Mugen holds up his hand, slowly echoing “De Five” repeatedly.
Mugen: That’s why I’ve gotten into contact with some people…..and now you have a match at Turmoil.
Drago turns around and stares a hole through the Sultan of Safety.
Mugen: I figured pitting you against…..a special opponent would enlighten you on the wonders of dropping DE FIVE…..
Drago: The hell am I gonna drop five pound in a few days???
Mugen: You’re not. But I’m sure you’re going to learn how doing so will make you so so much better.
Drago sighs and starts walking away.
Drago: I’m gonna give it some thought.
Mugen: WONDERFUL old sport! I’ll see you again soon.
The scene fades to black.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Mugen vs Drago....for the Lightheavyweight!
I JUST WANT TO SEE A BUBBASAULT!
Tay Breizzee vs Doc Young
The camera pans to the announce team.
right in the basket of bread!
Stop it!
Taiga Masuku is walking around backstage, very weary and looking over his shoulder.
After arriving in catering some stagehands make their way up to him,
Stagehand 1: we know its you under there now Kass, you unmasked on turmoil so why are you still wearing it?
Taiga Masuku: 私はカシディではない
Stagehand 2: Uh, why are you not speaking english?
Taiga Masuku: sorry, I no speak english.
????: Que?
The camera pans over to one of the catering tables, Ligermask is sitting down with several plates piled with food.
Taiga Masuku: 君を探してたんだよ
Ligermask: No habla Chino
Taiga Masuku: Nani?
Ligermask makes a thinking face, with the force of lightbulb struggling to sputter on he comes up with an idea.
Business is booming backstage, which makes it no room for a small black girl to be wandering around asking questions. Far far away from home, Ace tries to find her way around the arena. Bray’s nowhere to be found, unfortunately. She directs her attention to the catering staff.
Ace: Excuse me?
No answer. She heads into the hallway, where everyone passes her by. Not even an inkling of a care.
Ace: I was-
Someone bumps into her shoulder.
Ace: Sorry! Just wondering if-
Bump.
Ace: Can you tell me where-
Bump.
She Birdman hand-rub her hands together and smacks the right side of her face twice.
Ace (whispers): A little help?
Another worker prepares to pass her, but she elbows him in the gut. She plants him on the floor with her heel.
Mori: Hey f***face, where the card at!?
He points her down the hall with what little control he has over himself.
Ace: Thank you!
She arrives, coming face to face with a board filled with match names and participants on it.
Ace: Let’s see… tag team Perfect circle… [gasp] a Women’s Championship Qualifier! I wonder if-
She glances over the participants in the match. Seconds later, her initial enthusiasm SNAPS.
Mori: BULLS***. WE TURNED THAT RILEY QUINN BITCH INTO A GLASS FLOOR, BUT SHE GETS TO BE IN A PAY-PER-VIEW MATCH AGAINST THE BIRD!?
She takes another look.
Mori: And then Lotus and Aerith gets in there too!? THE BITCH LOST! OF ALL THE-
She punches the wall next to her, then realizes she made a critical error.
Ace: Owie owie owie owie!!! That hurt!...
She comes into eye contact at a group of workers standing by, just staring at her in amazement.
Mori: What the f*** do you all want?
Female Worker: You are a very angry young woman, aren’t you?
Mori: I get it from my g*ddamn brother! God, you people make me wanna f***ing drink…
Looking at the various staff members looking at her in confusion, she points one of them out.
Mori: Hey you!
He points at himself, confused.
Mori: Whatcher name?
Worker: My name’s Stan, ma’am.
Mori: That’s a sh** name. Yo Stan, you know where a bitch can get drunk around here?
Worker: We’re in… Madison Square Garden, ma’am. You… do know where Riot is held right?
Mori: B*tch, I don’t give a f*** if we back in Columbus.Just tell me where the nearest bar is so I can get the f*** outta this sh**hole. If I can’t wrestle for the beautiful ningens in that arena, then I don’t wanna f***ing be here!
Ace: But wait! I don’t drink!
Mori: First time for everything, baby cakes.
Worker: Who?
Mori: Nevamind… I'll find the sh** myself.
She leaves the premises, swearing up a storm.
