Johnny Cage in Equestria

"Oh yeah, I'm so pretty!"

Johnny Cage slides his hand across the top of his head, pushing his short, spiked hair back.  He makes sure to show off, especially for that hot blonde over there.  He would make sure to take her out later.

"Well done, Mr. Cage.  Your next challenge shall be...  Baracka!"  Seemingly out of nowhere, a warrior of the Tarkatan stepped up to the stage, oddly reserved.

"Nice make-up! But is it really necessary?"  Johnny joked to himself.  He would of laughed, to, if it weren't for the sliding of the blades in the arm of the Outworlder.  "Woah..."

"They will taste your flesh!" the Tarkatan threatened, fire now deep in his eyes.  Then, the bloody, destructive fighting ensued.

...

"Finish him..."  Shang Tsung demanded, readily awaiting the bloodshed sure to follow.

"What..?."

"Kill him!"

"Woah, hey now, I'm not going to kill him!"  Johnny defended himself.  Even for a slimeball like himself, he had morals.  Morals like: 'Hos before Bros', or 'Be the best or punch the best in the groin until they fall.'  Finishing weird make-up artists was not part of that moral code.

"What?!  I said...  finish him!"

Johnny quickly looked back at the blonde.  He had to impress her, so taking the odd demands from some old coot wasn't going to help him.  With a wave of his hands, he swiftly tried backing off of the stage.  The anger of Shang Tsung quickly rose, possibly reaching its highest point.  Even the sharp whiskers on his upper-lip seemed to furl as his lips frowned.

"Fine then, I hope you enjoy the cold reach of the Outworld!"  With a quick whip of his hand, the magician lifted his hand, enveloping it, as well as Johnny Cage.  Johnny hopelessly kicked around in desperation.  It became difficult, though, as parts of his body begun disappearing in the wind, disintegrating into the sky like sand.  First, right leg, then left, same for the arms.  His torso vanished, too, but he still lived.  Then, after a few extra seconds put on by Shang, the head finally whisked away into the grey sky.

With a small chuckle, Shang Tsung regained his composure, and slacked down in his throne.  "Up next...  Scorpion!"