A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did writing it and re-reading it! Lol, I hope to get a good response from this story, although I know this chapter isn't too long and the rest won't get much longer, I believe but this is mainly just to get the scenario in place. Enjoy! Read the disclaimer first people! I don't want someone to not be able to take a joke or something.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or anything else that I mention in this story that belongs to some major corporation or the people who are the authors or fans of the stuff that I make fun of. This is all for good humor and nothing else. Have a good laugh guys.

CA Presents: The Roast of Gundam Wing

The crowd cheered as the five Gundam pilots walked on stage. Duo and Quatre waved at the crowd, Duo blew a couple of kisses at the crowd as the other pilots remained stoic, as usual. They took their special seats that were tailored to each individual's personalities. Heero took his seat that was in fact a replica of the destroyed Wing Gundam, and even had a detonation switch on its armrest. Duo smirked at Heero's seat, as he took his own seat on his chair that looked like several tomb stones were put together as a chair that had skeleton wings coming out from the back. Trowa sat in a chair that was brightly colored and was in fact in a clown sitting. Knowing better than to cause a seen on public television, he reluctantly sat on the clown. Quatre didn't know how to got on the seat, since it was on the back of an elephant that looked content standing. He gave out a nervous sigh as the pilots smirked at him. Wu Fei scornfully took his seat which was a couch borrowed from a therapist that the host knew, he didn't complain verbally since he knew he had to maintain what honor he had left. So many things ran through their minds of what to do or say in protest but knew better given they were being broadcasted on public television.

The crowd got quiet as they saw two panels move on the stage and smoke came out of the them. Relena was sitting on a replica thrown and she waved diplomatically at the large crowd in their seats until she saw the exGundam pilots next to her. The second guest that emerged from the smoke was Dorothy strapped to an electric chair. Trowa, had a grin, Heero's mouth flinched, and Wu Fie snorted, the crowd, the pilots, and Relena all had a good laugh of seeing the vindictive woman on a fitting thrown.

The pilots, girls, and the audience talked amongst themselves and the large monitors focused on random sections of the large auditorium. Millardo, former Zechs, Lucretzia Noin, Lady Une, Mareiamea, Quatre still not sure what to do with the elephant and so on. Finally, Just Communications by Two-Mix began playing and all the big screen monitor's cameras focused on the ceiling where a figure could be seen descending on the same mechanism that the pilots used to get on and off of their mobile suits.

The young man got off and smiled and waved at the cheering audience.

"Good evening, ladies gentleman, and Dorothy. Tonight, we're here to roast the infamous and popular cast of Gundam Wing," he paused as the crowd cheered again.

"I'm Atreyu MoonRose and I'll be your Roast Master this evening. First of all I'd like to thank all of the people on stage for doing an excellent job of destroying and blowing up shit. Except Heero."

All pilots, Relena, and Dorothy, looked around the stage and at the perfect soldier.

"Heero, mission failed. Relena is still alive and jumping your bones throughout random fandoms."

The crowd laughed, Heero scowled, and Relena was red with anger and embarrassment. The pilots all snickered, Trowa and Wu Fei still staying strong.

"Anyway, we're here to have fun, right? So, oh, hold on," Atreyu paused his thoughts as he saw Quatre petting the elephant's leg to try and get it to sit, "Momo, tut-tut." The elephant went to a laying position with it's back still facing up. Quatre climbed up and finally took his seat shyly.

"Like I was saying, why don't we get this party started!"

The crowd cheered while the pilots sat uncomfortably, not really sure what to expect. They honestly thought there wouldn't be much to talk about, given that they were soldiers, assassins, and liberators, but by the chairs they were sitting on and the host's warm welcoming words, everything apparently was game.