Gumba quickly marched out of the locker room buzzing with adrenaline. The halls shook from the passionate roars of the packed stadium. Along the hallway was a mounted TV broadcasting the conclusion between two rotund fighters in spandex costumes -- a bear and bull scrambling to pin one another until the Bull managed to hold the bear in place. The brief viewing put a smile on Gumba’s face as he continued on his way to the ring. As the enormously stout warthog waded through hoards of staff, a medium sized, fat, anthropomorphic Norwegian Forest Cat named Rigby, pounced from amongst them. The small, but medium and chubby feline wrapped both hands around his wrist.

“Slow down for a sec,” He meowed, struggling to catch his breath. “You were just gonna walk out there without asking about your secret match? You have any idea who you’re fighting tonight?!”

“Meh, not really,” Gumba answered with a casual shrug, “Could be some unlucky twerp who’s achin’ to get pancaked. Could be a living legend of wrestling. Either way, someone’s snout’s getting jammed up my ass~!”