McCree's Hat x Zenyatta's Balls
It started with a hit. As Zenyatta launched his balls at McCree's head, the two gazed into each's other orifices. Time stopped. There was nothing else in this world, apart from the two fated. Zenyatta's balls slowly approached McCree's hat, his surface area brushing against the rim. As they touched, McCree's hat flared red, blushing from Zenyatta's balls intimate touch. At last, this perfect relationship had to end. As McCree collapsed to the floor, as Zenyatta reloaded, as the two, for the last time this match, they whispered,
"See you next round"