Author's Note: Like Eli-kun's fic, the MSTs will be in parenthesis... k?

(The four Grandmasters of Shadowlaw walk into a dimmed theater and sit down.

Sagat: I wonder why all the other seats are empty... Balrog: I guess we'll find out...)

~Chapter 1~

“Wow! Look at all the pretty clouds!” exclaimed Balrog as he put his gloved fists on one of the windows of the Shadowloo jet.

(Balrog: I act like a little kid in this fic!)

“You’re like a little kid, Balrog,” said Sagat, as he poured himself a bowl of Cornflakes, “You should try some Cornflakes! They’re good for the brain!”

(Balrog: Deja vu...?
Sagat: O.o Cornflakes? That was...
Bison: Really... random..
Vega: Where am I? I am the star of this fanfic! I SHOULD BE THERE BY NOW!!)

“You two, quit fooling around,” said a chilling voice from the door. Both Sagat and Balrog turned to see their leader, the powerful M. Bison. Psycho Power emanated from his fists as he glared at his two generals. Bison slowly calmed down before he said, “I believe we’ll be arriving at the Psychiatry-for-Psychotic-Villains (P.F.P.V.) soon.”

“Why are we going to a shrink anyway?” asked Balrog.

(Balrog: Yeah, why are we?
Sagat: Because you're an idiot.
Balrog: Oh, okay.)/

“Najok, my bald scientist, suggested it. Where is Najok, anyway?” Bison glanced around the jet.

(Bison: I would... never.. take... advice... from my bald scientist....
Vega: Who's Najok?
Sagat: I guess it's that scientist guy from the Animated Movie...
Bison: *passes out*
Vega: ......)

“Maybe Vega tried to make him into a piñata again...?” suggested Balrog.

(Vega: X.x That's so... immature, I would never... ever..!!
Sagat: This fanfic... is it to make fun of us?
Balrog: Most likely)

“No, he’s been spending the past hour relaxing in his spa...” grumbled Sagat.

“Why he asked for a SPA in a SHADOWLOO JET I just won’t know....” said Bison, an agitated tone in his voice.

(Vega: Because I'm perfect, that's why)

“I’ll go get the little maggot,” said Sagat as he turned to walk to Vega’s in-plane spa.

(Vega: I am not... a maggot.
Sagat: This fanfic... it's gonna give me nightmares...
Vega: I am not... a maggot.)

“Yeah, I think it’s time to play pin-the-tail-on-the-pretty-boy!” sniggered Balrog. Sagat rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. He walked down a long steel hallway (large jet, eh?) until he started to smell the scent of cologne and fresh roses. He arrived at a steel, completely normal looking door. When he opened it up, though, he was blinded by the... brightness... of the room. There was a large hot tub with various perfumes and oils dumped in it, plus a few bottles beside it. A rather large bed was in the back, and as soon as Sagat saw multiple women’s undergarments laying on it, he understood what one of Vega’s hobbies was. A large vanity was to Sagat’s left, and a lovely creature was sitting at it. She wore a lovely purple robe, and soft slippers. She was caressing her long brown hair with her manicured and painted nails. A touch of crimson lipstick touched her petal lips and her sleek ice-blue eyes held a sparkle of mysteriousness.

(Sagat: Finally! I'm gonna get laid!
Balrog: NOOOO! THE HORROR! I dun wanna see Sagat in/out of his undies!!!
Bison: *is still passed out*
Vega: Why do I have a bad feeling about this...?)

“Must be one of Vega’s ‘friends’,” thought Sagat as he walked over to the beauty.

“Hello, miss,” said Sagat, “Could you tell me where Vega is?” The young figure swirled around to glare at Sagat, before standing to an amazing 6’1’’.

(*All the grandmasters are frozen to their seats*)

“I AM Vega, you idiot!! screamed the young.... man. Sagat screamed a very girly scream before jumping backwards and landing in the bed.

(*All of the Grandmasters run around the theater screaming while Vega sits there fuming*
Vega: I'm... gonna get... the author for this... Kaze... you're gonna die...)

“You pervert, I know that you have an obsession with young men *coughRyucough* but you don’t need to be jumping in my bed... and look at your PANTS!” Sagat looked down and sneered, “You idiot, that is a WRINKLE, not... ugh... at least I am more masculine than you, Mr. Covergirl!” Vega hastily wiped off the lip gloss and glared at Sagat.

(Sagat: AHHH!! I WOULD NOT... Vega doesn't... ewwww...
Balrog: Vega, are you gay?
Vega: Well, in the games and movies/shows I'm not... but in fanfics...
Sagat: I dunno, you were awfully friendly with Ken in the V series...
Vega: Stabbing him in the foot multiple times is "friendly"?)

“This is lip balm, you fool! Not lipstick!”

“And the nail polish?” Vega sighed before peeling off the gunk on his nails.

“Merely nail cream to make my nails less brittle and glossier.”

(Vega: Hah! I got you, Sagat!
Sagat: *sticks his tongue out at Vega*)

“.........”

“Ah, I truly am a masterpiece created by the angels!” cackled Vega as he admired himself in the mirror. Vega continued to rant, but all Sagat could hear was, “Blablabla I blablabla me blababablablabla pretty blabablablablabla me blablablablablablablabla...”

(Vega: I AM a masterpiece of the angels, I am beautiful, perfect, and wonderful! My opinion of the fic? Ah... it needs more me... me... MEEEEEE!!
Sagat: I think... that the author needs a life... really badly
Balrog: I don't think that the author likes me
Bison: *is still passed out*)