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You're asking for it, man! Rigby: You're asking for it, man! Mordecai: You trying to get me mad? You know what happens when I get mad! Rigby: Oh, I know. Mordecai: Listen up, Mysterious Mr. R! Mad Man Mordo's gonna take you down! (Rapping) And I'm not talkin' downtown, I'm talkin' six feet underground! (Rips shirt) Rigby: Mad Man Mordo? More like Bland Man Bored-o! When I'm through with you, people will be all like, "Ah, what happened to his face?!", and I'll be like, "Mysterious Mr. R is what happened to his face!" Mordecai: That's it! Rigby: Dude, Pops, chill! Let him go! Pops: Oop! (Laughs) Oh, I just love to wrestle! (Lets go of Mordecai, and gets off of him. Mordecai was unconscious for a bit, but was waken by Rigby.) Mordecai: (Gets up and groans) That wasn't wrestling! You were actually hurting me! (Starts rubbing the back of his head and left arm) Rigby: Yeah, Pops, what's your problem? Wrestling's totally fake! You weren't doing it right! Pops: Uh, fake? No. no, no, I assure you, it's real. I used to wrestle back in my schooling days. (Pulls out wallet and takes out picture) Look, here I am. (Shows black-and-white picture of a young Pops in a helmet and singlet) We learned how to wrestle just like the Greckos and the Romans! Mordecai: Whoa, cool! Pops: (Reaches further into wallet) Oh, I'm so glad you think so! Because I thought you two might want to accompany me to... (Pulls out three tickets) ...this! (Shows that they are WFVII tickets) Mordecai and Rigby: (Gasp) Double R-W Wrassle Frassle VII?! You got tickets?! Rigby: Pops, you're a legend! (Pumps arms) Really Real Wrestling! Mordecai and Rigby: Really Real Wrestling! Mordecai, Rigby and Pops: (Pops' timing is slightly off) Really Real Wrestling! Really Real Wrestling! Mordecai: Aw, you gotta teach us some of your moves, Pops! (Rigby pushes table away) Pops: Okay, I will go easy on you boys this time. (M&P face eachother) Rigby: And, go! (Pops lunges towards Mordecai and pins him down) Mordecai: Impressive, Pops! But you forgot about this! (To Rigby) Rigby! (M&R high-five eachother. Then, Rigby screams before jumping onto Pops, cracking his back) Mordecai and Rigby: WHOAAAAA! Pops: My back! (Right then, Benson comes into the room) Benson: Hey, do you guys-- (Gasps, then runs to Pops) Pops! What happened, are you okay? Pops: Yes, yes, all is fine. Just not as limber as I used to be. Benson: (To M&R) What did I tell you about wrestling?! Mordecai: Sorry, we didn't mean to! Rigby: Yeah, come on, Pops! Shake it off, you gotta take us to Wrassle Frassle! Benson: What? No, you guys aren't going anywhere. Pops can't even get up. He needs to take it easy. Pops: No, no. I can get up. (Tries to get up, but falls flat on his chest again) Mordecai: But Pops already got us tickets! Rigby: It's the biggest wrestling event of the year! Benson: I don't care. Pops: Wait, Benson, surely we can all still go! (Falls again) Benson: I'm sorry, Pops. Its not gonna happen. You have to stay home for your own good. Pops: Oh, boo. Benson: (To M&R) Now, help Pops upstairs, and don't even think of leaving him alone! 'Cause if you leave, don't bother coming back! Mordecai: Fine. We get it. Benson: Does that one get it?! 'Cause sometimes, I wonder! Rigby: I get it, I get it. Watch out for Pops and don't go to wrestling. (Sighing) Yeah. Benson: Good! Pops: Why are we going to bed so early? Mordecai: It's the easiest way to make sure you don't get hurt again. Rigby: Yeah, sleep is the best medicine. Mordecai: I thought laughter was the best medicine. Rigby: Not when you're telling the jokes. Mordecai: Pfft, whatever. You wanna hear a joke, Pops? Pops: I better get some rest. (Mordecai sighs and turns off the light. M&R go into their sleeping bags under Pops' bed) Mordecai and Rigby: Good night, Pops. Pops: Sleep speed to all. Rigby: (Whispering) Mordecai, come on! (Shakes him awake) Mordecai: Hm? What? Rigby: Come on, let's sneak out and go to Wrassle Frassle! Mordecai: What? (Looks at the bed) What about Pops? Rigby: He needs his rest anyways. He'll be fine. Mordecai: You sure he's asleep? Rigby: Yeah, look. (Whispering as Mordecai and Rigby turn to Pops) Pops. Pops. Rigby: Row Z, seats 97, 98 and 99! (They sit down) Mordecai: Man, we made it! This is awesome! (Watches on big-screen view) So close to the action! (The two-headed wrestler runs to the ropes and rams into the fat wrestler, knocking himself to the ground. The fat wrestler then pins him to the ground as the referee comes in.) Referee: One, two, three! (The crowd cheers) Mordecai and Rigby: OHHHHH! Rigby: See man, we couldn't have missed this! Totally worth sneaking out! Mordecai: Totally. Still though, (Turns to the empty seat beside him) it's pretty lame Pops couldn't be here. Rigby: Don't worry, man! We did the right thing. Pops is totally safe back home in his bed. Manager 1: Hey, bro! Ladder Match is about to start! Where's that new wrestler, Huge Head? Manager 2: Eh, I don't know. He hasn't shown up yet. Manager 1: Well, did you call him? Manager 2: Yeah, I called him! What, do you think I'm a moron? Manager 1: Hey, who's this? Pops: (Limping out of car) Hello! Manager 2: Yeah, this is him, right? Manager 1: He's gotta be. Look at the size of that thing! (To Pops) Hey, Huge Head, you're late! Pops: Oh, I'm sorry. Would you mind helping me inside? Manager 1: What? Manager 2: His dramatic enterance! Manager 1: Oh yeah, sure. Referee: Okay, get ready folks, because it's time for the main event! The Ladder Match! (A manager sets up the ladder as a belt is lowered from a wire below) Mordecai and Rigby: Aw, yeah! Yeah! Referee: Who's gonna be the one to reach the championship belt at the top of the ladder? Will it be... (Shown as said:) The Fire Marshall?! (Breathes fire) Hissy Fit?! (Hisses) The leading champion, Four-Armageddon?! Four-Armageddon: Yeah, yeah! Come on! Referee: Or, making his Double R-W Wrassle Frassle debut, give it up for... Huge Head! (Fire machines blaze as the managers, carrying Pops, come into the arena.) Rigby: Ha ha, look at that guy's head! Mordecai: That guy's head is almost as big as Pops'! Rigby: It is as big as Pops'! Mordecai: (Gasps) Dude, that is Pops! (Watches on big-screen view) Rigby: What?! How did he—what?! Mordecai: Dude, he's gonna be pummelled! Come on! (Mordecai and Rigby run down the stairs to Pops) Pops, what are you doing here?! Pops: Mordecai, Rigby, I thought you two were back at home sleeping! Looks like we both couldn't stay away! Mordecai: Pops, we gotta get you out of here. Pops: But I just got here! And look, I got here late, and they upgraded my seat! Rigby: No, Pops, they think you're a wrestler! Pops: But I am a wrestler. Besides, you said all this was fake. (Four-Armageddon watches from above) Four-Armageddon: Fake? Who said this was fake? Pops: (Pointing to Mordecai and Rigby) They did. (Four-Armageddon jumps over the ropes to Mordecai) Four-Armageddon: Is this fake? (Slaps Mordecai, sending him into the bars. He then goes to Rigby) Mordecai: Uh, n-no. Four-Armageddon: How about you, little dude? This seem fake to you? (Double-kicks Rigby into the bars) Rigby: Aah! No. Four-Armageddon: Why do you think it's called really real wrestling? 'Cause it's real! Mordecai: Okay, we were wrong. We're sorry. Rigby: Yeah, just let us take our friend and go. Four-Armageddon: "Sorry" doesn't cut it. There are only two ways you guys are getting out of here. In a bodybag, or by beating all of us in the Ladder Match! (Points to ladder, then grabs a microphone in the ring) Listen up! Huge Head and his friends here think all this is fake! (The audience boos) Whaddya say, we teach him how real this really is?! (The audience cheers, then, the bell rings. 4-AG, The Fire Marshall and Hissy Fit get the audience going.) Come on! (To M&R) You better get in the ring, or we're coming out there after ya! Mordecai: Okay, Rigby and I are goin' after the belt. You stay here, Pops. Pops: But I can help! Mordecai: No! Stay here! (Mordecai and Rigby enter the ring) Dude, I'll distract him. You get to the ladder. Four-Armageddon: Hey! (Goes over and pile-drives the ladder, sending Pops to the ground) Mordecai and Rigby: Pops! (Four-Armageddon watches as Pops stands up and cracks his pelvis into place) Pops: Who wants to wrestle?! Rigby: Real enough for ya? (Pops puts the ladder back in place and climbs up to the belt as he is cheered on. He then finally grabs the belt off the wire) Referee: And the winner, Huge Head! Benson: I knew it! I had a sick feeling, so I came to check on you, and I knew it! Mordecai: Wait, listen, Benson! Benson: No! You guys are fired! That's it! Rigby: Wait, what? Come on! Benson: No! I told you guys, but you didn't wanna listen! Mordecai: Come on, Pops! You gotta help us! Pops: I cannot tell a lie. Benson, it was all my fault. Benson: What? Pops: I snuck out to the wrestling match on my own, and Mordecai and Rigby had to come and get me. I'm sorry. Mordecai: Yeah. Most of that is technically true, somewhat, so... Rigby: Plus look, Pops' back is all better. Pops: It's true! Benson: (Pause) This is your last warning. (Leaves and slams door behind him) Mordecai: Wow. Thanks for taking the blame, Pops. Pops: (Yawns) I'm just glad it's over. Mordecai: Yeah. Time for bed, Huge Head. Rigby: Yeah, Huge Head! Huge Head: So you think you can steal my name, huh?! Well, let's see how you like it if I steal yours... (Puts on hat) ...Pops!
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