"It is time for the Nickname competition! Today we have two special guests, both skilled in the art of fighting, but we're here to see if they're as good with their words as they are with their fists!" The announcer, Yang Xiao Long, revealed a charming smile laced with pure amusement.
"The object of the game is simple, all you need to do is be the first one to call your opposer the most fitting nickname, the winner will be awarded the grand prize, a date with the graciously volunteered Blake Belladonna, who agreed to do it only after saying, and I quote, 'I'll do anything to stop those two morons from tearing each other's throats out,' in an exasperated tone."
The stage was then filled with a mysterious fog, Blake, the cat girl in question, sat upon a seat that had appeared out of nowhere as if summoned by the fog. Her black hair laid forward hanging over top her shoulders as she frowned upon the two men whose bodies were revealed through the smoke.
The two men lined up behind corresponding podiums, one on each side. Left for Adam, right for Sun. The audience was small, containing less than 20 people, including the five people sitting half amused at the judges table. The judges were an over energetic girl in a red, a constantly stale-facing girl draped in white attire a happy-go-lucky girl who can hardly seem to stop bouncing out of her chair, a scraggly blonde youth who's awkwardness was only counterbalanced by the absolute calmness of the young lady next to him.
"Foolish Ape-child," Adam began the contest with a smirk, looking down on Sun while simultaneously readying himself for an onslaught of awkward names.
"Bullheaded pansy." Sun's reply was basic seemingly so that he wouldn't run out of good names.
"Banana-brained imbecile," Adam scripted a new name that resembled the monkey faunus a great deal more, earning small jolts of laughter from Nora, if that really counts as an accomplishment, and Ruby who smiled naively.
"Wannabe Batman Cosplayer, Weeaboo wimp, Falsetto Horns," the barrage of, unfortunately, accurate monocres.
"Lightning and Sunder," a wide exhale of amusement raised over the crowd eliciting a smile from even Blake who had, until this point been less than interested in the outcome of this event, no one not even she had expected the masked challenger to start using puns. The unexpected use of wordplay even made the heiress of the Schnee dust company crack a smile, though she would never reveal that to Ruby who was too busy laughing and attempting to breathe to notice her slight change in expression, but Pyrrha did notice, she always does(beware the best friend).
"Beef Tenderloin," Sun feebly managed to throw out a sobriquet of his own faltering under the weight of his own laughter.
"This is already over, you under entertained failure of a stowaway, Blake and I have something to 'discuss' and you're in the way so give up and it'll all be over."
"Hey, if you didn't let that last one fly I might have actually let you win, you unwanted calf, worthlessly discarded veal, trashy undercooked steak. If there is one thing I don't forgive its Egocentric White Fang members on the leash of scrawny Gingers who disrespect my status as 'A GREAT STOWAWAY."
"Sun!" Blake rose from her seat and looked down on her fellow faunus before walking over to Adam, whispering something into his ear, and finally walking off.
