Queen Solis’ fingers delicately tapped across Flip’s bare back like the legs of a spider across a web.

One thing Flip had learned about the Draconian’s species was that their women had long, thin, pokey fingers, which seemed to go anywhere they pleased.

He tried not to sigh and incur disfavor with the queen of the Draconians. He knew that whatever these aliens threw at him, he would oblige. After all, the future of humanity counted on it.

It was during Season 2 of Golden Pro Wrestling that Flip Costa learnt an asteroid was hurtling toward Earth, and while he had the opportunity to defeat the Draconian and force him to destroy the asteroid… Flip had failed.

Flip sighed while Queen Solis raked her fingers up his back and through his chestnut hair.

Queen Solis mused. “My dear Flip Co-stah, we Draconians have subjugated many inferior species like your own, you know?”

Flip turned over onto his back. Her bed was comfortable, of course. Fit for a queen he thought to himself. In response, she raked her boney, sharp fingers over his chest.

“We Draconians take delight in testing the inferiors, and it just so happened that yours was on a collision course with oblivion.”

The Pensacola Pretty Boy winced at the mention of the asteroid. The queen tickled his nipple and pinched it with a pair of her long fingernails.

“And now… after having had you in my bedchamber the past few days? I’m not so sure that I want your species annihilated.”

Suddenly, Flip sensed an opportunity.

“Like, my space babe,” he replied as smoothly as possible. “Could I, like, try to earn blowing it up again?”

There was a moment of silence between the two beings who had immensely different existences. One was the leader of billions capable of interstellar space, while the other was an overperforming gymnast from Florida.

“Perhaps,” Queen Solis replied. “But there is a test you must past, far more difficult than defeating the Draconian and your own reflection.”

Earnestly, Flip Costa sat up in the bed and looked back at the beautiful Draconian queen.

“What is it, my zero-g bad-b?”

The queen looked at him with a puzzled face but continued on.

“There was once another race we defeated, and while we destroyed their entire population, I kept the final male as my… pet.”

Now it was Flip Costa’s turn to look confused. Moreso than normal.

Before Flip could ask a question, Queen Solis left the bed and stood, and as she adorned her regal Draconian robe, she looked back down at her bedroom slave.

“Flip Costa, you will battle Mogstra. If you defeat him, then I might save your species.”