The crowd in the arena was roaring as the PCWL (Pokémon Championship Wrestling Leauge, that is) champion, Incineroar, was tearing up another opponent. Grabbing the Hitmonchan he was facing by the throat, he threw the boxing Pokémon into the ropes and hit him with a stiff lariat off the rebound!

"Ooh! What a lariat!" Chatot, a member of the commentary team, exclaimed.

"He nearly knocked Hitmonchan's head off with that maneuver!" Exploud, his partner, added in.

With his opponent writhing on the mat in pain, the Heel Pokémon climbed up onto the top turnbuckle. Raising his arms in the air, he leaped off the top rope, flipped in the air, and came crashing down onto Hitmonchan!

"And there it is: The Malicious Moonsault!"

"Stick a fork in it! This match is over!"

With Hitmonchan knocked clean out, Incineroar pinned his opponent's shoulders to the mat. The referee, Zebstrika, slapped his hoof on the mat three times, signaling the end of the match.

"Here is your winner and still the PCWL Champion: Incineroar!"

"Another dominant showing by our champion," Chatot said.

"Indeed," Exploud agreed. "Twenty title defenses in the past twenty weeks by our champion and they've all ended the same way: with Incineroar's opponent lying on their back."

After his title was handed back to him, Incineroar slid out of the ring and headed to the back where Gardevoir was waiting for him with a microphone in her hand.

"Excuse me, Mister Incineroar, but do you have anything to say about your title defense tonight?" Incineroar took the microphone, thought for a moment, before speaking. "Honestly...I'm pissed."

"Pissed? But why?"

"That Hitmonchan was a joke! He couldn't have beaten me if I had both arms tied behind my back! Seriously, the last several challengers to the belt around my waist," Incineroar said, referring to the black and gold championship belt he wore over his fire belt, "were not worth my time! That Meinfoo I fought last week didn't last a full minute before falling to me! And this week's challenger was hardly any better. I demand actual competition!" Incineroar growled into the mic before storming off to the locker room. Little did he know that he wasn't the only one heading to the locker room...

Incineroar sat on a bench in the locker room alone (the other wrestlers, aware of the champ's foul mood, found it wise to give him some space), staring at his belt.

"I'm a fighting champion," he murmured to himself, "but the fights I'm put into are too easy. Sweet Arceus, I need an actual challenge..."

"And I'm here to offer you one," a voice told him.

Incineroar looked up and saw who was talking to him: a fellow Pokémon in Lucario with an envelope with a red seal on it in his paws. Upon seeing him, Incineroar furrowed his brow

"Haven't I seen you before?"

"Perhaps. I was once a participant in this league. And I was a champion just like you were."

"Oh yea, I've heard of you. You're the 'Aura Pokémon'."

"That's correct."

"You haven't been seen in these parts in a decade! What have you been doing all this time?"

"Actually, I wanted to talk about that. You see, for the past decade, I've participated in these tournaments called 'Smash Bros. Tournaments'. And you've been invited to participate in the newest tourney," Lucario told him, handing him the envelope. Incineroar took it, ripped it open with his claws and read it to himself.

"Hmm...'we're aware of and are quite impressed by your passion, strength and spirit for fighting'...'we'd be honored if you participated in the next tournament in December...'"

Incineroar took his eyes off of the letter and placed them on Lucario. "They've heard of me?"

"More specifically, I've heard of you. I've read your aura-"

"Kinda creepy."

"Anyway, your aura radiates with a burning spirit to fight. So, I put in a good word for you. I heard your complaints about not receiving competition. Well, I've come bearing an invitation to receive some."

"Define 'competition'."

"Well, if you accept, you'll be facing many tough competitors: a pink blob with the ability to suck up matter like a black hole, an explosive device-utilizing mercenary, a giant fire-breathing turtle, a hedgehog that can run at the speed of light, a goddess and so many more!"

"Hmm..."

"If it helps your decision, you'll be staying at a cushy mansion during the tournament. I also may add that if you win, the rewards are quite handsome."

Incineroar stood up and looked at Lucario. "Know what? I'm in."

"Really?"

"Not for the mansion or the pay, though. I'm doing this for the competition. I'm not getting it here, but if you're saying that I'll be getting competition at this tournament..."

"Excellent. If you'll come with me, we can get you registered."

As the two exited the locker room, they passed Hitmonchan, who was being helped to the back after the beating he received earlier.

"Hey," Incineroar called to Hitmonchan, "I'm outta here. You're the new champion now," he told him, flinging the belt at him. The belt clocked the Boxing Pokémon in the jaw, knocking him out again.

As several wrestlers rushed to the new champion's aid, Lucario turned to Incineroar. "You know, one of the participants in the tournament is a boxer like Hitmonchan. His name's Little Mac."

"Is he any good?"

"He can turn into a monstrous boxer that can throw out about a hundred punches a minute."

"Yea, that works for me."

(Author's Note: I'm extremely hyped for Incineroar's debut in Smash. I hope you enjoyed this little story I came up with. Leave your thoughts in the comment section and let me know if I should expand this story. Peace out.)