The Hangar

 Bishop wakes up to a crowd screaming.

''Bishop slightly opens his eyes. Timestream hopping was the likely culprit to his fatigue.''

Crowd: Fight! Fight! Fight!

''Bishop completley opens his eye. He is in a boxing ring.''

Bishop: This is not good.

Intro

Crowd: Let's see our fight! We don't want to waste our money.

''Bishop was never a good boxer. Bishop threw the first punch, but his opponent looked at him like he was a gust of wind.''

Then it was the opponent's turn.

As he swung his fist, Bishop jumped backwords in the air, morphing into a furry, thin alien; he wasn't even pressing the watch!

The alien dodged the next few blows of his attacker with amazing speed, and right when the boxer through all his might in a blow, the creature jumped on top of him and brought him to his knees.

Referee: 1...2...3...he's down! Our blue transforming weasel friend here is the winner!

The crowd cheered as Bishop changed back.

Bishop: Alright, what is going on here?

To be further written...